Dear Diary….

Well, it’s been… 18 months since my last… yeah. that’s not true. I have been posting, but WordPress, I’ve been cheating on you, as I’ve been posting elsewhere. It wasn’t you. It was me. I needed a break.

I came back because someone told me there were words written about me. Silly of me really, but I did it anyway.

Same could be said about a lot of things though!

I see no point in anything other than acknowledging an entitlement to an opinion. There’s a difference between being heard and being listened to, and when perspective is ruled by feelings that’s when things go wrong. I wish everyone well. It’s as simple as that. I bear (and never did) no ill-will or malice towards anyone.

This is now the past however. I don’t expect it to never come up – that’s unrealistic. But I don’t intend to dwell. Lines of communication are still open should they ever be sought.

‘But it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live…’

It may not be much of a life, but I’ve worked on that. And at least I’ll be able to say I died trying.