Tomorrow

I was nearly 56 years old before it dawned on me that true happiness only comes from a healthy relationship with yourself.

I’ll be over here, looking at the world like the sweet, autumnal child that I most definitely am.

— S 🗨️ Reeson 💭 Performing 💬 Poetry (@InternetofWords) July 17, 2022

Please forgive me, for it has been over a week since my last personal blog.

There are a LOT of reasons for this, and all of them revolve around poems. Today, however, I put that all aside and did some work on my soul. Running is my new Thing, but instead of allowing it to be weaponized like everything else has in my life, for one reason or another, we will not talk about it at all, but do it and make ourselves feel a lot happier about everything as a result.

Also:

Only day in the next week I will get a lie in so here, taking it. Last ever summer holiday starts next week. I have two grown up kids. Where did the time go?

— S 🗨️ Reeson 💭 Performing 💬 Poetry (@InternetofWords) July 17, 2022

This is the last Summer Holiday of a school aged child. Youngest is 18 in March. Eldest is 22 in October. I think I am now allowed to feel a certain amount of relief. Of course, the fear and concern never ends, but it wasn’t a total disaster. Yeah, some bits I’d like to erase for good, but that’s life. You don’t get it all your own way.

Anyhow, back to trying to be regular in correspondence next week as, in good time, there will be a MAJOR step forward in Life Goals [TM]

Watch this space.