So here it finally is! Progress, movement, change. After a period in which we've felt a bit stuck, moving between two building sites, not really feeling as if we have anywhere we could call home, finally something appears to be happening. I'm being overly dramatic, of course. Of course! And overly dramatic I shall remain, for this is my blog and I have total editorial control (*Maniacal laugh*). But seriously, it's been a tough few months not really knowing if we're here or there, with most of our life packed up into boxes, and the stress of the situation seeping into everything else. Hopefully the end is now in sight. Hopefully we'll soon be living in just one building site.
I find when I feel low about a situation it begins to impact on pretty much everything else. I've never been very good at hiding my feelings, and it's taken me an awfully long time to come to the realisation that that's no bad thing, and emotions are very definitely not something to be ashamed of. So things that normally make me happy have suddenly become the focus of some pretty intense insecurities and doubts. I love Lori and the Caravan, and I love my other job, but I was suddenly shaken with the thought that it's not enough, and I was an idiot to leave the job I had actually begun to loathe to spend more time with my child (actually see my child, more like), because it was well-paid and I was on a career ladder and and and.... I think it was only when I, in a fit of tears, cried 'I might have been miserable but at least I was somebody' that my hysteria became apparent. I might have been miserable but at least I was somebody. Yeah - miserable and stressed but hey, I had a business card. Sometimes things I worked on were on the news - HIGH FIVE. And with this, I managed to stress myself right out of my fug. Yes it's been a crappy few weeks, but that does not mean everything in life is terrible. Sometimes it's good to sit down with a pint of tea and remember that.