After a secondment

It has been a while since I have posted here for my invisible audience who might well know me, or not.

The holiday I enjoyed this summer of 2017 was tremendously nourishing. It was almost a full ten weeks. During that time I read and rested well. I completed much good work and gained some decent fitness. I saved some money and felt myself well worthy of the thousands of pounds that I earned doing so.

And now?

I feel myself facing particular pressures of finance and the future: of what I might be doing here, the marinating foreboding that coats my heart with uncertainty and chains me to some kind of stasis.

Some things in school seem to take undue energy from me.

I am skilled in some ways. I am well read and able to speak reasonably well. I work hard. My health is decent enough. I have some good skills with people. I am relatively free.

I have significant flaws. I stumble over words. I can be..

Today was a decent day. I thought a little more clearly, I read and I saw friends. 

A Ten Week Holiday Ahead

It is almost four years, now, since I moved abroad.

My blog shifted itself from the seeking of some spiritual solace and nourishment to the acknowledgement of love. The idealistic naivety of my forays was worthwhile, if painful.

And now?