Drawing A Line

Well, it's fair to say that the last few months have not exactly been the best for me. It's like the world decided it was my turn to have a metric ton of crap dropped in my lap to deal with while it pissed off and had a nice holiday in the sun.

So far, I've screwed up a couple of career opportunity (partly down to my own stupidity), screwed up a couple of personal opportunities (partly down to my own stupidity) and generally lost a lot of the gains I feel like I made last year. Oh, and, my mum was diagnosed with Cancer.

I'm not going to dwell on that too much here, as it's cast a long shadow over the last few months, and turned her life (and mine) upside down. Even though she's got the all clear, it still feels like it's there, hovering around like some annoying relative that doesn't want to leave, trying to monopolise her life, but she's determined to not let it. She's ready and raring to leave it in the dust where it belongs, and get back to normal, so I'm going to follow her lead.

Which, I guess, leads me to the point of this post.

It's all about drawing a line under these last few months in some small and pretty insignificant way, all things considered, and acting as a visual waypoint, for want of a better term, to remind myself that the shit storm is over and it's time to re-focus on who and what's important.

I don't know what's going to happen over the second half of 2016 (although the whole "Brexit" clusterfuck doesn't exactly fill me with confidence - there's a whole other, far angrier series of posts on that that need to be written, I think), but, hey, it can't be any worse than it's been so far, can it?

Can it...?

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