Today’s my birthday, which I’m spending with a fairly intense work schedule here in Singapore. My family gave me my present early on Saturday night, before I flew out on Sunday morning. To my absolute delight, it’s a Stormtrooper onesy, which I suspect is going to soon become my preferred WFH uniform.
There’s a reason I’m looking so happy. When I was growing up there were children who wanted to be Luke Skywalker or Han Solo during our Star Wars re-enactments. I wanted to be a Stormtrooper. Which I have no doubt says something very important about my personality. When I finally get around to getting psychoanalysed, I’ll be sure to let you know what they say.
And so it turns out I’ve also found one possible Ultimate Question of of Life, the Universe and Everything: the age at which you should strive to fulfill your remaining childhood dreams. Surely not a bad goal to aim for! :-)
