Well, I've been lurking around and occasionally posting here for a while now and, according to the Unwritten Lore Of The Internet, I think I'm now entitled to at least one angsty blog post. So here goes:
I currently work in a terrible admin job in what could very well be the bitchiest office in the south of England. My job sucks. I was going to bore you with the details, but I already whinge more than I should to my wife, my friends and my family and so far no-one here has done anything to deserve the full force of my olympic-standard moaning. Long story short, I've been there four and a half years because the money is good.
I turn 25 tomorrow. And the money is no longer good enough.
This is the point at which I really need to stop waiting for things to happen to me and start actually making things happen. No more excuses, no more procrastinating.