Happy birthday to me! (39, in case anyone's keeping count.)
40 still holds a certain psychological significance. Maybe it's a halfway point: 80 should be easily obtainable these days, barring any of the nastier health issues. I can probably look forward to still being active in another 40 years — if not still actively employed. (I really should re-start paying into that pension.)
Nevertheless, I feel a certain amount of pressure to achieve something in the next twelve months. The last year has been a bit of a bust. Professionally I've only managed to reaffirm that I'm not really suited to working with anyone (or that I have a monumentally low threshold for fuckwits). I've hardly written anything, which isn't a great loss because no one is reading anything I've written previously. I haven't worked on any of my own projects either, deciding instead to spend my dwindling spare time working on apps for other people.
I think it's time for some ridiculously optimistic new years resolutions.
