I need to start with an admission. The title of this is actually a bit of a misnomer, it’s only 703 days till I’m thirty, rather than 1000. I had started with all the best of intentions though. 

If we roll back the missing 297 days it would have been around 22nd of May 2016, just a couple of weeks before I was due to get married. It had been a mental couple of years. My wife and I had got engaged, we’d moved back to my parents to scrape a deposit for a house together, we’d then found our house, bought it and moved, and then on top we’d planned a wedding. This hadn’t left much in the way of time for a personal project of any kind (I used to do a lot of running for example, but an injury put a cork in that one). I’d wanted to write something for years, I’d originally thought a book of some kind but don’t consider myself that creative, nor do I really have time (busy life). Then I thought a blog? They’re cool and trendy, or at the very least, everyone else has one, but there is a very good reason why I’d not until this point (I’ll come back to this later). With the wedding coming up however, I toyed with the idea of writing a blog on that. Problem is there are literally hundreds of blogs on weddings and probably more importantly, I’m a guy, I know next to nothing about what would make a good wedding blog. I wanted to write something interesting, to tell some sort of story and something I could do piecemeal over a long period of time. 

Then it hit me. 

I’d been joking with my wife over the fact that because she’s born a year before I am, shortly after we got married she’d turn 28 and therefore only be two years away from being thirty. Hmm, I thought, thirty… How many days till I’m thirty? Doing some quick mental maths, 3 x 365 is about 1100. Let me just check properly. 1013 days, exactly. 1013 sounds naff, but what about 1000 days till thirty, that sounds way more exciting. About to reveal this to my wife, I stopped. I realised that actually as well as an interesting statement, it was also a cool sounding name for something. A title for a blog maybe?

Then ‘the’ problem arose again and that problem is this: anyone that knows me, knows that I’m pants with social media, like really pants. I’m that guy that reads a text message, makes a mental note to reply (usually whilst in the middle of something else) closes the messaging app and then completely forgets to respond, repeatedly. I don’t really use or like Facebook, my wife has only after much persuasion got me into Pinterest and you can completely forget Instagram or Snapchat. 

Was there then, any point in me writing a blog? After a week I’d likely have forgotten its existence.

Well the fact that we’re sat here on day 703 is sort of proof that I’m crap at this stuff, but I still really liked the name so I thought bugger it, I’m having it anyway. Even If I have to start with an apology and an explanation. So Sorry. Not sorry. Definitely not sorry.