Not only is today’s title the name of a crappy recent film, but it’s also where I find myself today.
Last Saturday I celebrated my 30th birthday. Whatever happened to fresher Brian at 18? Can I please go back and do it all again? Ha? Can I, please? Apart from all the usual considerations of one’s mortality which are generally associated with a milestone birthday such as this – I feel like I’m in a pretty good place.
- In four months time I’m getting married to a wonderful woman.
- I have just bought a house (settlement was yesterday – Hello Footscray! Hello rice paper rolls!)
- In May we plan to go live/work in Europe until we get sick of it or we run out of money.
- I have a cool bunch of friends.
- I earn a reasonable wage for the amount of work I do.
Really, I can’t complain. Although if someone out there can hurry up and invent a fat loss pill, I’ll be thrilled.
A few years ago I was having a whinge to my wizard friend David Greagg. He was carrying on about some Venus return business – a time in your life when the stars fall into place and you get your shit together. Well, as it turns out I was getting confused with the concept of venous return from my physiology lectures and what David was actually talking about was Saturn Return. Read the linked article – I’ve found it to be a bit freaky. I’m not saying that everything that’s supposed to happen has happened – but some of it certainly has. Perhaps it’s coincidence, perhaps not.
I’m just looking forward to the bit in the Saturn Return process where I work out what I want to do career wise. Some time before I retire would be nice.
David appears to have a book coming out. The things you discover by doing a websearch on someone’s name.