Greetings on a sunny but cold Sunday morning from leafy Hertfordshire. The days are ticking away, Christmas is coming and the year nears its end. Much of this year has been brutal for me.
Who could have thought in mid December 2024 that I would be forced to take four months away from it all? Two of those who guided me and talked to me then have gone from my life. One of those who I guided cut ties a couple of weeks ago.
On this morning I muse on what was, on those important people who walked out of my life. In most cases I have no idea why. In those instances it's hard not to see fault in me and not their fears and own need. As someone said when Charlotte cut ties "that's a Charlotte thing not a you thing". All remain painful.
Yet as 2026 approaches the fog appears to be lifting and a path is emerging. That is my work. A new role beckons that those that sit above me think will harness my talents that they consider unique. Am I excited? Absolutely. Is it scary? Terrifying. Am I going in blind? Certainly. But they want me to be a pathfinder.
Daily life goes on in parallel to that. I have bad dreams. My sleep is erratic. My mood a rollercoaster. My anxiety a killer. But I have my music, my books and my kitchen. Belly pork is on the menu today. The Messiah plays. And my book will be opened shortly.
I am but one little person in a big scary world. Insubstantial and insignificant. But I am important to many. And they important to me.
I Heard a Voice.
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