My blog has seen various levels of activity over the last seven years and when I started it back on aol hometown I didn’t think that it would have documented so much trauma. Life then seemed quite idyllic and perhaps I am having some of those same feelings of hope. Or perhaps I just have the freedom and space to think at the moment. It feels like an indulgence.
Of course, with the work I was doing previously, it would have been difficult and inappropriate to comment on the www about the things I was dealing with, something that at least one of my previous employers should have borne in mind but I am not bitter or twisted; well perhaps only a tad, only enough to leave a metaphorical eggy burp.
It really all has been a blessing of sorts. I will not give credit to my changed life to anyone apart from myself. To those who might wish to, I say they cannot claim that they knew it would be for the best. The fact is that they didn’t really know or care; I know that it has saved me and therefore saved our little piece of the universe.
I can’t adequately express the tsunami of change that has hit us and every so often, it seems, hits us again. What I can tell you is that I am glad that we are all still here bobbing, slightly dishevelled, surrounded by the flotsam and jetsam of “normal” life.