So another year gone and I have reached the ripe old age of 36. I guess I will have to accept that I am now middle aged. The chances of me playing centre-half for City or becoming a rock god are probably now on the remote side, so what I am going to do for the second half of my life?
The first half has been pretty eventful. I’ve been married for the best part of 14 years to the girl I met at university, and despite what I may say, I don’t regret any of it.
I have two lovely boys who drive me insane but who I wouldn’t be without.
I’ve been pretty successful at work, despite some interesting career choices. I’ve even ended up managing a team of 30, which I am sure will amuse a number of my former colleagues. I’ve worked in Belgium for a year, worked for the UK’s biggest bank, the largest IT company in the world and even the Guernsey Government. I’ve worked with some brilliant people and written some pretty code.
It’s not all been fun. Number 1 son was born four 3 months early, weighing 1lb 9oz. I wouldn’t want to repeat the night he was born, stressful doesn’t begin to cover it. I can only guess how much the NHS spent looking after him, but I am eternally grateful to everybody who did. I find it amazing that he shows absolutely no signs of what he want through.
So the last 35 years have been pretty good on the whole. What to do now?