Where do you see yourself in 20 years? A steel town factory worker who wants to dance? A stuntman? A ninja? Prime Minister of our fine country? Like many of you, I find this a very daunting question.
It’s Monday of week four of uni and I have finally caught up on three weeks of lectures. My seventy-hour work weeks leave very little time to do anything else. I prioritised drinks with the boys, watching the footy and going for a multi-day hike, ahead of expanding my mind. These are the things I love, the things to live for, the things that bring me joy.