Thursday, August 30, 2012



Some people like the fuzzy feeling of a myriad of futures. They like the idea that anything could happen and that the world is laid out before them with paths leading onward to the horizon.

In theory I am one of those people. I love the idea of possibilities. But in practice I become a stressed bunny rabbit and stare paralysed at the top of the hill. In my head there is a voice screaming:

“What if you make the wrong choice?”
“What if it doesn’t work out?”

At the moment I’m at the top of the hill but I need to be going in a reasonably specific direction. The way is covered in fog and I’m trying to screw up my courage to step out with only my wits and dream leading me on. I’m worried I’ll lose my way. Or fall into an abyss I can’t see for the low lying cloud. My stomach is in knots and my mind is running round in ever decreasing circles.

However… I am trying to do everything I can to build myself a road map, find a few friends along the way.

Wish me luck, I’m sure I’ll be on here worrying about it for awhile.

Come back on Sunday to hear from Susanna

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