t's been a hard, but, at least partially, cathartic week. You have again been ill, very unhappy and not knowing what you wanted. Or at least not able to express it so that I understood. But when I've not felt close to tears, I've really had a clear head.
This week I'm again remembering the good things.
- Really productive and bonding barnstorming with Daddy (at least this is what my sleep-deprived brain called it, others may call it "brain-storming" ;-)) about what we love and want.
- This film (Another Earth) at the cinema following wine and chat with a friend. Powerful. Compelling. Heartbreaking. One of the best ever.
- A beautiful drive through Sussex countryside to the woods to choose our Christmas tree.
- Our very productive collaboration on the Christmas card front. What a dedicated, organised, focussed partner I had.
- Stumbling through Christmas carols on the uke (some are hard! But I found some simple ones)
- The surprising liberty in deciding to return to something on a short-term basis to make things possible. How a small shift of perspective completely alters the picture. It feels courageous, positive, rational and grown-up. Maybe it's the (lapsed) Catholic Martyr Mam in me breaking through the chains, but I don't think so. This feels good.
Now I can hear you cry so I'm off!