It occurred to me this morning that there are 122 days
remaining until I turn 40 years of age. That’s 122 days INCLUSIVE of today and my
upcoming birthday.
That’s an imposing milestone; one so imposing, in fact, that
it has spurred me out of more than five months’ slumber to start writing ODHSNM
again.
To those who have missed me, what can I say? At a certain
point, the excuse I had prepared – that I had forgotten the log-in details for
Blogger – actually became true.
All sorts of mad shit has happened since April when I
declared (somewhat prematurely, I now realise) that I wanted to become a
children’s entertainer. I’m sure that you were crying out for the interpretive
wisdom of Roger of Sicily to help make sense of it all. When you needed me, I
wasn’t there for you. Soz an’ all.
What does it mean to be approaching 40? When I was a boy, I
remember thinking “in the year 2000 I will be 24”. It seemed impossibly
distant, not least because as a subscriber to 2000AD I had very clear ideas
about the degrees of technological advance and societal breakdown that would
need to be gone through before we
arrived there.
Today, I have written down a series of goals that I will
attempt to achieve in the next 122 days. Well, 121 days. If all the things I
dislike, disavow and regret about myself could be brought under the heading of
a single word, that word would be “habit”. My goals are all about breaking
habits. I’m going to write about how I get on – to keep you all amused and to
keep myself honest. And to make it so that not every single blog post title for 2015 starts with the word "it".
