Life I'm in a wierd sort of limbo, waiting for the end of work. Whenever anyone asks why I'm leaving work I've found myself saying 'I have other things I want to do.' Someone replied today: 'Well you're still young.' Well I'm thirty. But I thought for a minute and actually I am still young. I think of all the different things I managed to fit into my twenties and it's entirely possible that I'll end up doing just as many things in this new personal decade. Thirty-one in three months though, so I'd best get started.
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