Time Marches On

It has been a very long time since I wrote here, and I feel like I have let myself down. I have neglected my right to post useless rubbish on the internet, and join the millions of other users who are filling 'The Cloud' with all the nonsense we have to wade through when we are searching for something interesting and factual. With that in mind, here is a personal account of my life so far...

I have had some major changes this year. The most exciting news I have is that my girlfriend and I are expecting our first (and only, if I am to believe what she says - perhaps we will call it Tanith) to be born in February next year. We had planned everything, then found that we had taken nothing into account - but why should that matter?! We are both looking forward to having a son or daughter - either is fine - and as yet we do not know whether we will find out at the next scan. We keep changing our minds, but it isn't for another 3 weeks so there is plenty of time to swap the choice around a few more times.
I have started a new job, too. That was quite handy, seeing as my pregnant girlfriend had been made redundant- nothing like welcoming new life into the world when you haven't got a pot to piss in. The job itself is something I have been trying to achieve for many years - application developer. My official title is programmer analyst, which sounds only slightly better than my previous job title of customer support analyst. It is a promotion, of sorts, in that I get paid more. I suppose it does require more knowledge and ability, but so far I haven't had insurmountable challenges - it is early days though.
Early in the year, I suffered a shoulder injury while playing rugby. As a result of my own impatience, I returned to the pitch only to suffer the same injury, albeit on the opposite shoulder. Restraint ignored, I returned to play again, and made the injury worse. I ended the season with both shoulders in pieces.
When pre-season training started, I argued with myself that I should be fit after having a couple of months without the brutal impact that rugby offers, so I dived straight back in. I tore my shoulder again. Let it not be said that I do not learn from my mistakes; as long as I make the mistake 3 or 4 times, it will penetrate my thick skull. I am siding with sensibility, and refraining from joining my barbarian brothers on the battlefield. I have been to watch once so far, but it was frustrating that I could not help. I may have to become the photographer, at least then I will still feel like part of the team.

That is the main impacting events of the year. I have grown so fond of my twenties that it will be emotional to part ways at the end of the month, and as the days meander by I feel more concern at my distinct lack of achievements. I really must write more.