2019, I have decided, is going to be the year to be more conscious of the life I want to create. This year heralds a change of career for me (or rather a hanging up of one set of boots to spend time more time wearing the other). There must be something in the water, because the collective atmosphere of my friends is one of change, growth and choice. It could be our age, and a sense of our own mortality, but it feels more like we have just had enough of being pulled in a mill
So far, I am lucky to have had four decades bouncing around with all the other souls on this planet, and when I look back, I sometimes feel like I have lived a dozen or so mini lives, with stages so vastly different and defined that they could be chapters in a very weird but strangely compelling novel. This is a universal thing. Our lives can be divided into definite parts: high school, parenthood, university days for example; or maybe the time spent at one workplace or home.