I’m just going to go ahead and call 2017 the ‘Philosophy’ year.
Oh dear. Oh dear indeed, and then some.
We are seven months in, believe it or not.
I don’t know how to even move forward. Where do I even begin. Where did the year even begin?
I do remember how it began, and I really wish that I wasn’t one of those people who takes the whole ‘start the year as you mean to go on!’, cheers, thing, so literally.
But that’s not the point. I haven’t been able to write anything on here for ages, let alone keep up to date with planting anything and/or and digging for victory. Which is a depressing reality, which for now, I can’t pretend is not the case.
Writing nothing doesn’t work- I only find myself farther and farther away from the person I want to return to- myself (believe it or not!), and having accumulated 11 drafts, but no actual published posts, over the last couple of months, I can see how it’s starting to get a bit silly, now.
I stopped writing for a while, because it suddenly dawned upon me, that maybe i’m just ‘making myself look like more of a nutcase’ (through writing about what it feels like to have a mind, like many other humans), or ‘being too political and not professional’, when it comes to the question of having to be a ‘real’ professional, behind the uniform, not just some kind of pretend one.
Each of us are personal and professional by nature. *
*The above was yesterday. It is now a new day.
Today it is a Friday. It is pissing it down with rain in Sheffield, I am sat here, feeling ridiculous, looking ridiculous, and failing to get my bloody arse in gear again. I ought to be out there throwing flower grenades at all the young, ‘free’ and wonderful hooligans. Oh, except there don’t appear to be any, because they’re all inside, sat behind their computer screens.
Never mind, perhaps tomorrow President Donald Trump will reveal his ‘true gender’, and enlist to serve in the US Military.
One week- Just 1 more week to go, until the court date. Only seven more days of not knowing whether he will walk free or see justice, or maybe just get the help he needs so badly.
Today I wish for the best of luck to Kev, who is a close family member to a close friend of mine. He begins Radiotherapy this week, I believe. My thoughts are, predominantly, with you and your loves, my friend.
Here is a Sunflower from the allotment, for you 🙂