Man I had the day from I don’t know what!  I had a big dip today.  I wanted to give up the blog, give up the slog, give up trying to work for myself, give up working as an expat in a foreign country.  It took just two annoying ‘workers’ to put the term loosely to nudge me a little off my centre.

I came ‘home’ and fussed and fretted in my own mind’s eye.  I was ready to comfort eat ( well, I did a little!) and I was ready to sit and wallow in self-pity.  I breathed deeply, one, two, three, four, five…. can I carry on?  All the questions came flooding into my mind like I was going to war with myself.  Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Release.  It is Monday evening.  I remained silent for about ten minutes.  I got out of my own way and listened, and listened…