Old life vs new life. A few days ago, I sat in a hotel surrounded by hot deskers & suited busy businessmen. All very busy, you understand. So to say I copped a few glances when strolling in sporting jeans, trainers & a Mark Zuckerberg-esque grey t-shirt, is understandable. I felt like saying, 'Fret not lads, I too am here for a very busy business meeting'. Old life would have felt maybe a teeny bit on edge if I hadn't the suitable armour of choice before attempting to breach the moat; new life doesn't feel the need to prove anything, take me as I am yet not afraid to hear the word 'no'. In this case, it was a 'yes'. I officially now join the ranks of 'freelance'. I feel fortunate to have had a career which allowed me financially to get my ducks in a row (mortgage, pension, healthcare etc) but the flip side is the urgency I now feel due to starting this scribbling lark relatively late in the game. Month 5 of 'the year I have to get my shit together' & I'm not going to lie, it's been slow; but I can take slow if it guarantees me longevity. I had high hopes of it all being like Lois Lane's office, people furiously punching keys on typewriters, paper flying everywhere, men with loosened ties & unbuttoned waistcoats, women with pencils tucked behind their ears whilst tapping their sources for more info but alas, the reality is more hotels, flat whites & email. Nevertheless, I did feel very Zuckerberg when leaving. Minus his squillons but feeling pretty good nonetheless. Onward.