a dark cloud in my winter

This blog has taken a real turn. So regular readers of my adventures may find this post is not for you...but it is the story of my life and my promise a couple of days ago to journal my existential crisis is something I think is part of my journey....feel free to turn off.

Today was a real dark cloud of a day. I've never thought depression could be something I would experience as I have a positive disposition. But I can't shake the tears today and a complete lack of focus. I took to a Oprah interview with Anthony Robbins which was full of revelations to give me my first smile at 7pm. When some turn to religion I have turned to modern self assessment to grow. Not least to describe this as my Winter. And with spring being my favourite season I guess my incentive is now there.

Storm in Koh Lanta, Thailand I had been looking out to sea all day and
didn't know this dark cloud was coming....just like today.

I've created a Need for Peace list (I made this up this isn't anything prescribed) which details some very boring but essential administrative tasks I have had hanging over me for months. So, as I work through these laborious tasks some will give me joy, others will give me a sense of relief and more than not the only satisfaction will be ticking them off my list knowing it will eventually put me in a better place.

This is my focus now. Bring on those daffodils.

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