25 years ago, on one of the coldest nights in recent UK history, I was born in York, England. A quarter century later, I’m living in the US and my life has changed quite dramatically from even just a few years ago. As I look back on the first 25 years of my life, there are a lot of things that come to mind – things I’d rather I hadn’t done, things I’m glad I did do, things I’m proud of, and many other emotions besides. But on the whole I’m glad to be alive and living the life that I have with the friends and family that I have to support me. That’s what it’s all about really – nothing else is actually important.
For the first time in my life, I’m heading toward being truly happy – sure there’s a lot wrong with the world, and I try to do my bit to help leave it in a better state then when I arrived – but happiness is what it’s all about. I love living in the United States, I can’t say that enough. I like the job that I have and the great people that I work with. And then there’s a special someone who I’d like to write reams about, but not here
There’s a lot more I want to do with my life in future in order to look back in another 25 years and really feel I’ve achieved a lasting legacy, and by the grace of good providence I shall have time to do just that. Special thanks to those who have already sent me good wishes – I’ll try calling a few of you on Sunday, timezones permitting.