Fog...

At the beginning of this year I wrote in my journal (for one of my classes) about how I felt like I was standing at the top of a cliff looking down. Peering through the layer of fog at what could be below. I felt like I was getting ready to jump and wondering if at the bottom there would be a lovely pile of paper-backs to catch me or would I get torn apart by the jagged rocks of procrastination and self doubt.
I got over it and finished my degree. You all know I'm a worrier by now and to be honest I never thought I could do it really.
Now it's all over, I stand at the bottom waiting for a certificate to fall gently down from above, I look out at the horison and see how the ground falls away into an expance of cliff tops with even thicker layers of fog blinding me to my fate below.
It will never end will it? If I want more from my life it will never end...
I will always be staring down into plumes of mist and fog wondering what's next.

IIII'm Baaaaaaack!

Dissertation all handed in! Poetry all handed in!
Everything pretty much done - bar one presentation about The Mabinogion.
So, it's all change soon.
I got on a part time PGCE in Ystrad Mynach college so I can work alongside it.
I'm currently trying to organise my teaching hours for it and it seems to be going ok.
So I'm looking for a job over the summer - which may be very hard given our current economic status. but never mind.

So, now I have a bank of work from the past year I'm going to try and out it to good use and I hope that now I don't have the academic insentive to write - I hope I'll have my own motivation for a change. I hope.
anyway, it was just a quick update to say I'm back.
Also - i'm a proper gardener now - look at my nails! :O


Also - I made uber yorkshires!!



And our little skinks have been getting cosy.... :)


I'll write something far more structured and interesting soon.
love to all.
Lx