I have observed previously on several occasions that the greatest moments of inspiration come at the most inopportune of times. Such has been the case in recent weeks. I have been writing, some days for more than an hour in a session, but it has all amounted to naught. Too many strands of ideas and no clarion moment to bring everything together.
So I decided to withdraw slightly. Some of you may notice that I have not been as active here as I might otherwise be, but three weeks of relentless and arduous assault against my emotions exacted its toll. There was little respite from that period of overwhelming grief. I felt largely paralysed by my sadness. My ordinarily very calm, reasoned and affable disposition were hijacked to the point where, seemingly of their own accord, my emotions fashioned themselves into a gibbet from which I have found it near impossible to escape.
The upshot of all of this is that I am feeling very much happier about the world. Amid the doom and gloom of (temporarily) falling out with a close friend, the royal commission into the recent bushfires beginning, Rachel's nan dying, and our having a precious moment (not what you're thinking, too intense to blog), I've come out the other side, as I say, feeling very much happier about the world.
However, one concern remains and it has me feeling conflicted. I figure I may require some advice here. And I'm gonna be open about it, I'll even accept PMs.
A friend of mine broke up with her boyfriend of nine months last week. Let's just say that the only surprise was that it's taken her this long. I recognised from her tone of voice back in October that it was an express train to Doomsville, but refused to say anything because I didn't want to feel like "the other guy" (nor have I ever been the meddling type) and sometimes you've gotta make mistakes before you learn from them.
So I decided to withdraw slightly. Some of you may notice that I have not been as active here as I might otherwise be, but three weeks of relentless and arduous assault against my emotions exacted its toll. There was little respite from that period of overwhelming grief. I felt largely paralysed by my sadness. My ordinarily very calm, reasoned and affable disposition were hijacked to the point where, seemingly of their own accord, my emotions fashioned themselves into a gibbet from which I have found it near impossible to escape.
The upshot of all of this is that I am feeling very much happier about the world. Amid the doom and gloom of (temporarily) falling out with a close friend, the royal commission into the recent bushfires beginning, Rachel's nan dying, and our having a precious moment (not what you're thinking, too intense to blog), I've come out the other side, as I say, feeling very much happier about the world.
However, one concern remains and it has me feeling conflicted. I figure I may require some advice here. And I'm gonna be open about it, I'll even accept PMs.
A friend of mine broke up with her boyfriend of nine months last week. Let's just say that the only surprise was that it's taken her this long. I recognised from her tone of voice back in October that it was an express train to Doomsville, but refused to say anything because I didn't want to feel like "the other guy" (nor have I ever been the meddling type) and sometimes you've gotta make mistakes before you learn from them.