02 December 2006
One year ago today, I went a wee bit nuts. I called in sick to work and packed my stuff. I changed my flight home and fled Essex. It seems all rather anticlimactic now but at the time, I really felt like I was on the run for my life. Not because anyone was after me (I'm not THAT crazy yet) but because I thought disappearing was a good idea, an idea that made perfect rational sense, an idea that nearly took me to Dover for the hovercraft to Calais or Heathrow for the next flight to anywhere as long as it wasn't England.Interesting changes a year brings. Better perspective? Sure. Hindsight cures all. I made some doozies of mistakes then, but I won't look back and question what I did. I just did what I had to do.
And now... one year later. I still have my moments of utter misery, 99% of which are self-inflicted but I'm slogging through it. I have nothing to whine about. I have a great life. I have a job, friends, family, a roof over my head and a warm bed at night. It's Christmas time. Somehow my world seems ok. It's not perfect but it's all I have. Life is what I make it and right now, I'm choosing to live.
For Paul Barrett The opinions expressed here are mine and mine alone. Some (not all) names have been changed or omitted to protect the guilty. Celebrating 9 whole years of nonsense! © 2005-2014.
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