Tomorrow is my birthday. It’s a whole new year. And, perhaps, a whole new beginning. We shall see what it brings.
One thing I have learned is that you can fight life, but it always wins in the end. And so long as you look for the positives, you’ll usually find them, in the end.
Nobody promised us an easy ride, or a lack of bumps, or that we would be on cloud nine every second of every day. So we shouldn’t expect that. Our responsibility, I might suggest, is to do the right thing for us and for as many of the people we love as possible (even if we dislike them or don’t understand them at the time) and then find the positives in the situation. There are always positives; sometimes we just have to look a little harder or wait a little longer to find them.
My everyday friends/family have known about the dissection, the stroke and the blog since it happened. Colleagues and contacts who are on the fringes of the everyday know because they were there or they were told, though they may not know about the blog. But I’ve not ‘gone public’ in the sense that I’ve never sought to tell those who are not in my everyday. It just didn’t seem necessary.
When she was here, my friend Claudia bought me a boxset of the BBC drama “Mistresses“, which I’d never seen. I finished it this morning. In the final episode, one of the leads explains why she hadn’t told some of the others that she’d been ill. She said something like this: “Every time I tell someone else, it’s like telling myself again“. And that resonates. Something happened, and we did that and then we move on. Do we really have to keep acknowledging it over and over and over? As it turns out, it’s not quite as over as one would have hoped, but we are almost there and, because I now understand why I didn’t tell, and because I see tomorrow as the start of a whole new year, I thought I would. So I did… in the most modern and uncouth way:
So if you clicked that link and you are now trying to figure out what on earth you missed, well, it wasn’t that dramatic. Honest.