The eve of the new year

[incandescens]

It's been . . . A mixed year. Yes, there have been fantastic things like _The Mortal Word_ being published, and planning for books 6-8, and Barcelona, and Florence, and a lot of other things that made me happy at the time. And yet there was also Brexit, and Trump (I consider him a worldwide minus), and issues that my friends had, and an office move

Comments

[mvrdrk]

Complaining is good for the soul. I think that as with any craft, the more expertise you have, the more you can see the flaws and the path forward, it's part of the process. So hugs! And I've finally got the spouse reading your books, had to back him into a corner and put the book in his hand and keep him there to get him started, but now he's hooked. :)

[incandescens]

Hugs, and thank you on all counts!

[flemmings]

I'm with L on all of the above. Complaining is a pressure valve. One's head may say that you should be content, but if the soul doesn't feel content- between daily niggles and national disasters- there's going to be an angry if muffled soul screaming at you. This is not good for anyone.

Also, while I hate to be That Woman, you've entered the period of divine discontent known as the late 40s. Things get bumpy thereabouts, and no, I'm not talking just hormones. It's the 'reach and grasp' divide brought home a little sharper than before. Sucks, but you do make peace with it eventually.

[incandescens]

Ah well, I'll be grateful for friends here I can complain to, then.

(I've just spent the last week with my parents, who are both in their late seventies. I do love them, but at this point I am also looking forward to not having to guard my patience quite so much when back in Leeds.)

[flemmings]

Ah, family. Nice to take off one's mental stays at last and relax in the comfort of home.

[incandescens]

Exactly.