29 and 1 day

This seems like a cool place to Blog, and as the world domination of facebook advances, a welcome change of view.

Disclaimer: Those with little or no expectation of cognitive, useful or even coherent thought in the following dialog, will unlikely be disappointed.

Today

Thought: Chicken.

I dread to to think how many I've eaten in my life, let alone all the other little blighter's. But it is in the land of chickens that I would most likely be tried, convicted and at the end of a rope for Poultry-like war crimes of a Genocidal nature.

Thought: Being old, (er).

29 and a day I am, feel any different I don't.

However the point of, " taking stock" and " looking back upon achievement ", is nearly nigh, and what a joy to behold it is.

Creeping forever forward, the next year holds quite possibly the most influential year of my life. Not (just) hitting 30, far from it, but for a myriad of reasons and, as cliche's go, this one's a doozie. It does appear that things have moved in such a way, that my 30th year on this Planet will signify the next, and most prominent chapter in my life. As a 30 something buying his first property, settling roots, traveling and working for myself. All whilst being a member of the demographic that society deems the most influential in terms of point of view, and vote.

A scary thought.

All of which, however, may or may not mean anything on face value, but the reasons behind them do, as they are the same reasons I am writing this.

These mile stones, (there I said it) are, as far as I can muster, strategically placed points of reflection in ones life where one shall either:

a) Look back at their joyous existence, reveling in it's splendor, and carry on in the same Julie Andrews-like manor they have become accustomed.

b) Look back at their less than perfect existence thus far, feel a little let down, and use that hapless feeling as a positive catalyst to improve their life 10 fold, ultimately ending up on "The Apprentice", and loosing to a better looking foe.

c) Look back at their less that perfect existence thus far, not be too surprised, realise that it's perhaps too late now anyway, accept their fate, and live a happier life re-discovering Cheese and Television.

I'd like to think I'm a B person, and will use this next decade to discover working for myself, finding long lost inspiration and being bloody good at what I do, but who is to say? (I do like a bit of Cheese).

Next year shall tell.