Back in work tomorrow. I shall join the scuttle of drones to the office blocks of deepest mundanety - a place everyone knows but doesn't wish to go to.
But!
But, I have a plan and a cunning one at that.
A plan to escape. A plan to roll back the last twenty years of my professional life (such that it is) and start again. Sadly, there is the realisation that I have, in a sense, wasted those years. That is also a very crushing but at the same time, liberating thought.
Crushing in so much that, my god, I've wasted all that time doing stuff I wasn't really happy doing.
Liberating in so much that I've have actually realised the above and now can move on and get back to things that I used to enjoy so much.
I loved art.
I loved poetry.
And I loved just writing for the sheer joy of writing.
OK, I wasn't very good (as no doubt you've gathered from reading this.....if anyone is indeed reading this) but I enjoyed it hugely.
The plan is now, return to my roots and who knows make something of it. Re-connect fully with my dormant creative side.
Not for anyone else, but for me.
And my sanity.
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