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September 4, 2006
Climbing the 70 stairs to my room at work this morning for the first time in six weeks, I felt a degree of uneasiness and trepidation. Can I really do this again for another year? As the day wore on these feelings subsided somewhat. Walking the streets this evening, listening to (the new) James Morrison and soaking up the architecture, the question kept cropping up: what is this next 12 month period going to be about? What am I going to achieve? What do I want to achieve? One thing is clear. I don't want it to be about nothing.