January has a way of turning the volume down. The decorations go back in their boxes, the noise of Christmas fades, and you’re left alone with the questions you’d been happily avoiding for most of December. For me, the question is simple but uncomfortable: why am I still doing this? Last year when I was moving home, I started going through some old pictures. I found one from when I used to run some camps at my club Fingallians. I was about 28 at the time and I was coaching kids. It was something I loved doing and the kids…

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