Bit a departure for me, this post, in that I’m nominally talking about writing as oppose to sharing a piece of writing. But this is something of a preamble to me writing something that will be shared, so I guess it still qualifies.
Last year I appeared on the mythical property ladder. I’m not sure on which rung yet (it’s a ladder so I presume there’s more than one; property step sounds less impressive after all), but I’m on there so… yay? Anyway, that’s not important. What is important is that I had to pack up all my stuff that had been collecting dust in the garage, and move it into the new garage. And then I began to unpack it. Yay?
As is often the case, the packing and unpacking of things is often a metaphor for the packing and unpacking of dreams and goals that were once clung to and then forgotten. And so it was with me, as I dusted off a box and came face to face with the demons of my past.
A whole series of them.