This morning, in a cab on the way to a briefing session for a new project, I realised I was feeling something a bit odd.
Good-odd, not bad-odd.
You know that really tingly feeling when you take out a fresh piece of paper – a blank sheet – and pick up a new and sharp pencil? The excitement of starting something completely new and not knowing what you're going to end up creating, but feeling sure that it could be just great?
As one of Tom Stoppard's characters says, "Oh, to be at the beginning again, knowing almost nothing"