On the benefits of being old when you're not

A wise friend of mine once said to me that as you get older, you learn to appreciate things more. Particularly people. Friends, family. Loved ones.

If this year has shown me anything about myself it's that I genuinely do this. The revolution for me has been that realisation rather than anything more fundamental. I'm 31 years old. This may be rather early to stop and sniff the flowers along the side of the road. But I am choosing instead to embrace this state of being as the most fundamental advantage of the not-normally-especially-advantageous young fogeydom.

I am proud. You are (probably) bored. Sorry about that.