I'm not as young as I used to be. You aren't either. (You see that - that's a huge insight right there.)
Things happen to you when you get older. One example I always give to younger people is hangovers. My hangovers now are much worse than when I was in my mid 20s.
On the plus side, I think it's easier to put things into context. I get less stressed about things now because I've been through some bad spots in my life. The deck you're working on, for that brand that's amazing? Well, don't get too stressed when you see the spinny wheel of death on your mac. It's only a piece of data. It's unlikely you'll think about it on your deathbed. (That's not to say you shouldn't care about it - just that I find getting less stressed about it means I can think about it in a better, less hectic way.)
Another sign of getting older is belly button fluff.
Yep, belly button fluff. I'm astounded by the size and regularity of the fluff I'm generating. (Some people I mention this to seem a little taken aback that I'm talking about it. Is it a taboo subject?) (Oh and can I point out this isn't something I talk about professionally... like in a pitch or anything...)
The behemoth above explains it all. I don't need to type anything else.
On the seventeenth day of Christmas my truelove gave to me:
An issue with fluff;
A club for a fiver;
A tiny bit of research;
A new piece of software;
An amazing phone number;
A misunderstanding of Boring;
A presentation at Boring;
A shitty new manager;
A new butcher's apron;
An arty exhibition;
A chat with a novelist;
A hilarious wind-up;
A very big burrito;
A stubby of Pale Ale;
A very well deserved hangover;
A Newcastle United scarf;
and a...
Skinny hazelnut latte.
