...are the goals that seem to evade us at every turn. But we're alive, out of jail and the Olympics are on !
I'm a 60 year old physiotherapist, desperately trying to get away from what has become an irksome job, with a colossal debt that gets larger every day and a fragile 36 year old marriage...
Boo bloody hoo.
This balance sheet is mine alone...and this exercise is an attempt to string together some of the thoughts and prejudices that make up the recipe that helps me interpret and come to terms with everything.
Tonight's a start, and I hope these intermittent posts will ultimately be discarded as I gain some strength from writing it all down.
Monday, 18 August 2008
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