BAKER STREET, LONDON
I started writing a blog post this evening about why I feel like I’m a living, breathing example of the quote: “it gets better” with respect to my school days (i.e. how they sucked but also managed to be kind-of great at the same time), but it all got a little too deep, I’m off schedule (i.e. writing this blog post after a 12 hour work day instead of on a Sunday), and I just didnt have the energy to construct such a post. So, whilst that will be coming your way in the near future, I thought it would be better to talk about how my 2018 has started off, what goals I’ve set and how and why 2018 differs to 2017…
CANARY WHARF, LONDON
Every now and again I like to share stories here on the blog. I’ve told ya’ll about how I got fired from my first job, my most embarrassing moment, and my biggest “I told you so”. There definitely are a lot more stories under my belt, but one thing about blogging and being so public is that people I know do read this, people can piece things together, and occasionally you have to just keep it a little bit classy and not spill out every last detail… at least until wounds have had some time to heal. That said, this latest story involves only me and my friends, and is an example of how being “cheap” can sometimes get you into trouble.