2019.... I've been waiting for you. I avoided you. You held the hope of a new time, a time where there had to be less stress, less strain, more balance. Let's just get through 2018 and start again, I said. I avoided you because I felt that my wishing time away was wasteful, unappreciative, foolish. Let's just appreciate the here and now, I said. I don't know the meaning of difficulties, I said. I'm surrounded by blessings, I'm so lucky, I said. So, 2018 I flip flopped between trying to grip onto the fullness of you, and craving a lighter, future heart. The war began. 2018, you brought me joy, grief, challenge, growth, ambition, stress, worry, anxiety, heartache. I started a business, I appreciated the reality and potential of my new dream home, I held firm and facilitated core changes in my charity day job, I felt the burden of responsibility to parent well and raise a happy soul. I lost a grandparent, my family had challenges of heart and body, my marriag
It is a truth universally acknowledged that every single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. That has no bearing on anything I'm going to write I'm just having real difficulty thinking, and have done for the last two months. I've slowly come to imagine my brain turning into a big scrambled egg - and not the light and fluffy kind. (Delphie loves a bit of egg and avocado)