It’s the end of the year. And it’s unusually warm for this time of the year. Kind of similar to the year that’s drawing to a dull end. A year that started with lots of activity – hectic deadlines, weekly travel and the worst weather I have seen so far. With spring came the promise of a new start. The promise lived up to its billing for the first couple of months. But since then it has been all downhill. To be fair, I am not exactly in the dumps… but pretty close, by my standards. If I am not excited about going to work every morning, I might as well not go. And that’s the problem I am trying to put behind me right now. But outside of work, life’s been pretty good. I have enjoyed my time with my mates, traveled a bit – though, not as much as I would have liked to – and read a few good books. All in all a very relaxed year.
And that’s what irritates the hell out of me. I don’t need a friggin relaxed year at this time in my life. I need daily excitement. I need challenges that will make me reach out beyond myself. I need to feel the rush!
