What am I even doing here?

Saturday, the 24th of January, 1:22 a.m.

I’m pitching to a private equity firm in a few weeks and hiring a Senior Adviser for a vision that I’ve been creating for over a decade.
But I’m still sitting in front of my computer at home, personally refining an SoA, because my amazing new hire just got a full-time contract.

What did she do?
She immediately took (negative annual) leave prior to the long weekend. And. I’m so glad she did, because she’s been nothing but amazing for the last six months. (Her names Nat, if you’ve spoken to her, you know)

So 2025?

Well, I haven’t written these consistently, and that’s clear.

Outside of that, I guess a lot.
I’ve moved office. City views, locker with pressed shirts.
The dream really, but somehow I’ve found a way to want something better already.

I’ve developed my business partnership with two gentlemen.
It does scare me.
80% of the time, I feel like it’s fair, which is good. And I’m excited to make that feel 100%, and we’re getting there, we’re getting there.
We’ve got a board discussion in a few weeks to workshop the ideas.

So yeah, big stuff.

But sorry, back on track, last year.

Unfortunately, watched my father get sick multiple times again, but he’s in amazing hands and finally in appropriate care.

We have had some unfortunate side situations on the love of my life’s side.
But, you know, it seems that these are just the realities of being 33.
Not disclosing her age, I’m sharing mine.

I put on weight. 88 kilos in December. I’m back to 85.
Not as lean as I was when I looked like I was abusing steroids though, I wasn’t.
Lean that is…jks.

Unfortunately at Bondi, which shook us up a bit, but I realised that if I needed to get myself/others out of a situation and then jump into a car and dodge through traffic as if I was in hot pursuit, I’d be the guy for that job.
So if this does fail, I guess robbing banks for real could be the next quest.

Outside of that, I have the best news to share.
A real dream come true but I’ll hold that close to my heart.

No promises that I’ll write again, but I can promise that;

I’m always doing my best and doing everything I can.

I hope you are too.

If you’d like to talk on the phone. Text me 0435 35 7537 (RKDS).
Nat will find a time in my calendar for us when she’s back.