Ten years ago, I was working for my second Internet startup. Lastminute.com had just floated, and we were worried that the bubble was going to burst before we launched.
The bubble did burst. But it's not like we deserved any better. Ten years on, the most important events haven't been about work.
- The loss of a marriage
- The death of a child
- Helping a friend off heroin
- Bringing a paedophile to justice.
And now it's spring again, I'm starting to feel my way around.
I'm wounded, but healing.
Just so you know what all the song lyrics and cryptic references are about.
3 comments:
Wounded? I would be devastated
Thanks for your comment, C.J. I think my futile attempts to live in an imaginary realm a lot further than six feet away from the surface of this planet were a strategy for avoiding devastation. But yes, a lot of the time I've felt like I was downwind of Chernobyl.
I'm devastated for you.
(((( Gordie ))))
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