Well that’s it, I’ve somehow managed to reach thirty, the big three-oh, the start of ‘middle age’ – turns out, it’s just another day; and I’m glad to report that I don’t feel much different now than I did yesterday, the day before that or the day before that.
But it’s an interesting time to reflect: in the last ten years I’ve run three businesses, made and lost a fair bit of money, moved house a lot, found myself a wonderful partner, made and lost friends, made london my home, and grown a beard. What have I learnt, well turns out quite a lot more than I thought possible, and always slightly less than 20:20 hindsight dictates you needed – still I suppose that’s just life.
So this is the third chapter – what will it hold, who knows. I just hope it’s as much if not more fun than my twenties without the naive mistakes and occasional heartbreak: my cynicism thinks that’s naive, but my optimism thinks that anything’s possible when you put your mind and heart into it.