Or, what can I achieve in the 80 days remaining?
Willy Fog went around the world in 80 days, what can I do?
As a documented procrastinator, suddenly seeing that I had 80 finch-free days left surprised me. Clearly, now isn’t the time for a 70.3 Ironman or spartan race, but perhaps some of my more sedate, creative ambitions could be tackled?
In this spirit, I have been updating my honest pregnancy timeline, documenting minute but telling details of the experience.
My final push is another ‘honest’ bit of nostalgia, it’s called Crap Jobs and it’s my attempt to analyse my less-than-stellar career so far, to spot patterns, acknowledge my mistakes, as well as those moments of bad timing. Whilst writing it is grimly entertaining, it’s also galling to write from such a perspective of failure, clearly, but hopefully I will learn something form it and expel a few demons at the same time. On verra.