A Narrow Path

I think this is as late as I've ever blipped. I've become somewhat paralysed by having so many things demanding my attention that I'm caught in limbo working out what to do next. My euphoric bubble burst yesterday but there were a couple of high spots, hearing the voice for the first time of a virtual friend who has become a very real friend, and my boyhood football team winning the play-off final to gain promotion to the Premiership.

I can't really call myself a Crystal Palace fan but it was the team my dad took me to see when I was just eight or nine years old and that somehow stays with you. I was quite surprised at how frustrated I became when we kept failing to score and then by how excited I felt when we fired home a penalty to win the match. I really cared. Funny that really, such a strong allegiance to a club whose players are virtually all foreign names to me.

I feel like I'm walking a narrow path at the moment, moments in the sun and moments in the shade, often difficult to see the way forward - but I can't really imagine myself being on any other kind of path. I keep being drawn back to a quote from Richard Bach which had an enormous influence on me when I first came across it almost 30 years ago. I'm adding it here to remind myself. And perhaps also to prompt the telling of the story which surrounds it. But not for a short while. It's make or break stuff at work right now. I've got to overcome this paralysis.

Thanks again for all the support. I'm so glad that some of you could relate to that feeling I described on Sunday. Thanks also for the hearts. You're very sweet to me at a time when I'm not sure I deserve such honours.

"In order to live free and happily, you must sacrifice boredom. It is not always an easy choice."