Nothing sinister. Just getting exercise. Although some might consider that sinister.

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to live with it.

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could turn off the television. Just click it off and immediately empty my mind of all these images and worrying thoughts. And simply leave a blank screen. Or if I could just remove my head and put it on the bedside table and forget about it until morning. And then attach it again when I needed it.

When God closes one door, He slams another in your face

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

... I am more of an ambler. I once overheard my old boss in Dublin describe me as very "hello trees, hello flowers." It was intended as an insult and it fulfilled its brief; I was insulted. I had little interest in greeting trees and flowers but nor did I treat life as a treadmill, on which it was vital to keep fleeing forward in order to avoid being sucked off the back and out of the game.