Marking time
I've always examined the past in years but measured the future in months. It gives me a greater sense of urgency: '2 years' is a milestone but '24 months' is time not to be squandered.
Yesterday I got back from three fantastic weeks visiting friends and family in Sydney. Sitting at my desk in London (outside temperature: -1C!) I get a resounding sense that the clock is ticking.
London affords me career opportunities that no other place on earth can offer, certainly not Australia. I have European and American pharmaceutical clients where I have entree to the Head Office rather than a National or Regional branch. I am a regular on the world's best, most vibrant, stand-up comedy circuit with nigh on automatic access to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. And producing theatre here counts in a way that a Sydney show never will.
We've lived in the UK for 3 1/2 years now and in June I'll be 42. The time back in Sydney has reminded me that we won't be here forever. We've probably got 18 months left here, 36 at the outside so 2009 has to count.
Don't they all?