You’re going to have to bear with me while I explain a few things. My thoughts are squashed banana mixed in with champagne bubbles and a cozy, wool blanket. What I’ve been thinking about at the moment hasn’t been something I can easily turn into words. It’s been floating around in my thoughts; wandering with me late at night like an itch you can’t reach.
I’m in the ‘letting go’ conundrum. And the bit I have to be really good at is the part I am really crap at doing. I have to learn to do a few other things as well, apparently, in order for the ‘letting go’ to happen. You’ll see how badly I’m going over the next few paragraphs.
Firstly, I have my children about 65% of the time. It dawned on me the other day that really, for the past 4 years, I have only spent just over half of their lives with them. It made me sad. So sad. (This is threatening to become longwinded and boring, I fear).
So, moving along, it means that as a single, self-employed person, I have all of this spare time on my hands. It means that I can sleep in, watch bad television, go out dancing, shop at my pace, have adult dinners and use the time for myself. Dotted in between all of this spare time I have also dated, and some of them have been really lovely men. Some others have been quite disgusting. Continue reading →