Relax
I’m writing from a small cottage on a little Scottish island called Lismore. I’m on holiday with my wife and two sons at the moment and it feels ages since I’ve experienced so much peace and joy in just a few days. We came on honeymoon to this same cottage nine years ago, so I should have had an idea of how things might go, but our expectations have been surpassed. I won’t witter on about it now – I’ll just leave it at this piece of wisdom:
If you place a six year old boy who has just learned to ride his bike and loves climbing and a three year old boy who is a slightly unstable mix of huggably cute and the stunt double from an early nineties Arnie movie together on an island with several ruined castles, caves, coves and opportunities for watching seals, the result of this will be profound genius.
Anyway, I haven’t written anything for ages. I’m not really sure why, except that I’ve been in a new job, which is far less stressful and this seems to have accelerated my recovery from the depression I’ve been trying to get through for ages. I’m starting to realise that I actually think at a different pace when I’m well and I think this makes it harder to write what’s on my mind. There’s also the fact that I’m probably getting a bit lazy – for the first time in… actually, for the first time ever, I come home from work and can switch off! I guess I’m getting so used to switching off that I’m not really thinking at all.
Well, whatever the reason for not blogging in so long, I want to use this time away wisely. I’ve decided I want to relax constructively, so as well as being a husband and dad, I’m also doing some painting (haven’t done that since abortive attempts in my GCSE Art years), sketching and writing. I’m hoping that, by the time I find a wifi connection for my netbook, I might have a few posts to add. Hmm, wishful thinking…?
