It's the last day of August, 2009.
I'm recovering well from my little bout with H1N1, thank god, and after two days of supreme crankiness and feeling like I'd been repeatedly bashed over the head with a baseball bat (hence, the crankiness), I'm relaxing by the pool in the south of France.
One year ago today, I was in Paris, packing my satchel for my first day as a BM consultant.
Two years ago today, I was in Fontainebleau trying to understand the Swedish textile market of the 1960s and wondering how I was ever going to survive Finance and Accounting and still find the time to pick up my next crazy theme party outfit. (Speaking of which, I'm going to an INSEAD wedding in a few weeks where we have all been asked to wear pink. The craziness never stops.)
Three years ago today, I was in London, crafting headache-inducing arguments which managed to intertwine tenets of Shari'a, Texan and international investment law all at the same time (because clearly those all have so much in common. Who needs international peacekeepers, when for the right fee highly-paid lawyers will happily prove that Israelis, Palestinians, the Taleban and Rush Limbaugh in fact all agree?)
The question is, what on earth will I be doing one year from now?
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or another question: what do you want to be doing a year from now?
Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be great. Can't be otherwise, innit?
I am so excited! I get to watch the continued transformation of you from shedding the dullest cocoon to reveal the beautiful, colourific-winged faerie I've known you are all this time. Fly high, little froggie!
Thanks guys. Will try not to let you down!
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