Around this time last year, I was stuck in a queue to get onto the A5103 into Manchester one rainy morning, when I realised that I would be 40 in just over two years. I was stubbornly keeping a foot in the normal working world, despite getting nothing out of my job, and working for an organisation that was dying a long, incremental death. A wise man once observed to me that nobody lies on their deathbed and says ‘I wish I’d spent more time at the office’. He was right, and on that morning, I went into the office and quit. Freed from the responsibility I might have to an employer, I started as a full time trainer and consultant, and subsequently, began blogging and tweeting.