In Spanish they say “¡Uf!” kinda when they mean “Goodness me!”.
When the moment is uncertain or, at the very least, a little unclear.
Today, for me, is one of those dayz.
One of those daze indeed.
I am still in Ireland. I fly back on Tuesday. This morning, I got myself a spoken-Irish language course. It’s the least I could do, being my intentions are to continue returning.
I also bought a bad words book, as a treat and a bit of fun. It’s always goofy to have fun, yer know. Always goofy.
And goofy is good.
The only sadness in my life right now are bridges burnt, and not necessarily by me this time. Maybe new bridges need to be built, or maybe they need to start from different riverbanks.
Only time and patience can now tell.
Only time and patience.
At least I have a singular purpose for the next year. And at last my children will be able to say unequivocally what I am doing. I do it for me in a way I have never done before, but even so I do it for them too so this will be possible for them.
For their pride and for their sense of self-worth.
If you’re interested in finding out more, here are the details of the MA I will be studying:
The opportunities are immense. My life clearly is to change in so many ways.
I hope I am up to the challenge.
I hope – and trust – I am.