Sunday, April 22, 2007

It's about bloody time...

Wow, well it has been a little while, hasn’t it?

And my my my, was I a very angry little blogger too. I surprise myself sometimes at just how lost and confused I’ve been over the past year. Well, maybe, just maybe it’s time for a small change.

It’s been a fantastical time – with absolutely sky high moments and the crushing lows in almost perfect complement tossing me from one extreme to the other. The lows are magnified because they tend to hit the blog harder and that’s a shame.

Still, recently I’ve been setting some time to think, ponder and muse the general situation (in that order) and just where I am after everything. Sod the past, it’s the present that counts and oh boy, is the present cool. The pondering has been completed either over coffee (of which I managed a crazy 25 coffees/chats with 16 different people in only 18 days) or on quiet journeys staring out into the stunning Pennine landscape or the flat yellow fields of ‘rape stretching out as far as you could see.

The result of this musing (apart from the rambling and vague (but rare) blog) you ask?

Well, I’ve decided just how bloody damn good things are. I’m finally relaxed again and I’ve been like this for more than a straight week now. That’s how blatantly cool everything is. I have the most amazing collection of friends surrounding me – and not a single one of you can understand what that feels like and how extensive that runs. And it’s this massively collective feeling that is so awe-inspiringly powerful, because I just feel free. I can (and indeed do) do what I want to do with the people closest to me. I can smile for completely no reason and continue to smile for completely no reason to an abnormal extent. Finally, and most mind-shattering, is that I’m content with everything. And this is, I think, a pretty important place to celebrate being in. To have a position where there is nothing notably going wrong, nothing that notably needs changing and nothing that notably needs making better or fixing. It’s, for want of a better word, beautiful.

So, long may it last!