On the eve of my 30th birthday, staring down the barrel of two weeks annual leave - I'm not where I thought I would be by the time I reached this age, but it is just a number, and who's to know what might happen tomorrow, or the day after, or the week after, or on some lazy unassuming Tuesday...
Somebody wrote in an early birthday card that my existence should be celebrated and right now, I'm inclined to believe them.
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