I write every day for many reasons: sometimes there are things to say, other days it is about helping my brain deal with circumstances around me. Occasionally there are big issues to address. Other times it’s the details that destroy a moment.
Today, I need to start again.
We’ve made as a family some significant and far-reaching decisions on how domestic life needs to change in the next six months. None of this is bad, far from it. What has come from this discussion, and others over the last few weeks, is that I’ve become terribly predictable.
Therefore, I will need some time to consider what’s been told, with love and understanding, and react accordingly.
Leave this with me.