Paris Trip!

Going to Paris alone was quite inspirational. It was a step in the direction of breaking fears which have accumulated over the years.  The weekend I was there, the weather was beautiful. The November sun slung low over the tall buildings and my eyes watered gratefully in their effort to shield themselves.  The weather was such that all I wanted to do was walk. Walking and seeing, walking some more and seeing some more satisfied my desire for ebb and flow away from my usual routine. It occurred to me that solo travel could be my antidote to feelings of isolation. Walking alone in unfamiliar settings is an adventure, walking alone amongst the puzzling substance of familiarity is unsettling.

Get A Bloody Diary!

I have had quite a productive year.  Well at least the first half.  I wrote, blogged, reviewed and felt productive. I set goals, small that they were and I achieved them. After a while of feeling undervalued professionally I achieved my goal of being accepted to do a Masters in Developmental Psychology and since then?  I turn up to lectures and I feel great, the subject matter both interests me and challenges me. I tackle the journey and dutifully pack my lunch, I come home and pick my children up from some place in the region of where they were left, and that is all.  Apart from that I do nothing.

If it were an excuse I would tell you I am pretty much overwhelmed with my personal financial situation, and then I would bemoan how alienated I feel about these times, politically and philosophically and you would tell me to shut up and get a bloody diary. And that is really how far it should go.