Tomorrow, I turn thirty. And, yes – haven’t I done well in not moaning about it? I’ve surprised even myself.

And I’m at a bit of a loss as to what I should say here to mark the event which, to me, is quite a big one.

I could talk about my highs and lows so far. I could talk about successes and failures. I could talk about great people I’ve known and those who’ve treated me badly. I could talk about lost loves, missed opportunities, or those wonderful memories I’ll keep with me forever. Or perhaps the wonderful books I’ve read, the things that have happened that have shaped me, that have made me, me.

But really, none of those things matter too much at the moment (though I am grateful for them and I’m proud to carry them forward with me). There are times for reflection and I’m sure they’ll come.

What matters is I’m still here.What matters is what’s ahead. What’s behind me has helped me get to this stage, the important bits are yet to come. And I’m looking forward to them.


And despite not being a man of the world myself, I still think this is very, very beautiful…