Since my last post so much has happened. Some have been excellent. Other events have been very tough. I seemed too busy to write when so many good things were happening all at once I felt like I was going to burst with happiness.
Now I'm back at the keypad. Inspiration comes from the sorest points and writing anonymously is the best therapy I can find right now.
A lot has has happened in the last few months since I last wrote. I had such good intentions to make this blog an integral part of my life each week, factoring in all the details of events and emotions linked with my move up to the Big Smoke.
Good intentions, I have learnt, even more so now, do not a completed blog make. It is a wholly positive thing to have such intentions that inspire and make me happy with thoughts of creativity, expression and more importantly, sharing. I've been beating myself up long enough over my negligence and consciously decided that more procrastination due to disappointment in myself has absolutely no positive affecs on what I want to do or ow much this blog means to me.
There is no way I can even begin to go into the detail that is required to explain the innumberable events, emotions, trivialities, triumphs and heartbreaks so instead, for today, here is a listed summary. And that will have to do.
I started a veggie garden, joined GIY growers in the Co-op and never went, nursed 100s of salad leaves only for them to flower and seed early but wow their flowers are beautiful-yellows and purple veined milky whites. I waited expectantly on organic blue lupins only for them not to arrive at all and delighted in freshly rained on wild rocket that is thriving happily all on its own in the garden. I've gotten a job-after six months of applications I got three interviews in two days. I've moved in with my boyfriend and loved waking up to him and our little routines but have also suffered at the hands of the devil spawn witch that was our letting agent until we broke the lease and got the hell out of there. We have purhased, moved into and now happily cosy and dreamy in a five metre canvas bell tent with stove-even the rain and the howling winds (Ireland in summer). All these things happened and still we kept on trudging and skipping alternately through life.
I thought I had finally had my life the way I wanted it, brimming with love and self confidence on my 26th birthday in March.
Four days later my Dad called and that evening my Mam told us she had cancer.
That's when everything changed.
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