Call it a mid-life crisis...a quarter-life crisis...or call it whatever you want but just weeks before my big 3-0 I found myself croushing over, hyperventilating, as cold sweat bubbles formulated around my hairline. Is this really it?! Am I actually, really turning 30?! What have I done with my life?! Is it all enough?! I … Continue reading Day 1: Clicking Restart
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The Prologue
Thirty. Thirrrrr-tyyyy. Thirty? Thirty! 30. No matter what way I write it. It still sounds exactly the same. I… am…. thirty. As the months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds and - well even milliseconds - were winding down to my final farewell of my 20s, I knew that I was going to be entering one of … Continue reading The Prologue