I’m a Long Hauler

World Health Coronavirus

I’ll begin with these useful articles, just the more relevant ones I’ve seen, and a couple of support groups if you need them.

Article 1: Long haulers are redefining Covid-19

Article 2: A Supercomputer Analyzed Covid-19 – and an Interesting New Theory Has Emerged; A closer look at the Bradykinin hypothesis

Support Groups: Body Politic Covid-19 Support Group and Long Covid Support Group are only two of the many available.

But I’m not here to educate you on ever-changing-currently-still-learning scientists on C19. Read them if you’re interested, or come back and read them afterwards. I’m here to talk about my own experience of Corona, Covid, the virus etc. No, it’s not ‘just another flu’.

I am not writing this for sympathy, kindness, pity or help. I’m VERY blessed, and very lucky indeed, I have a loving family, great home, lots of support. I’m a psychotherapist and so constantly observing and learning from my own experiences. I’m treating it as a harsh learning experience. I understood chronic illness, chronic fatigue, intellectually both professionally and personally (others). But I did not have a felt sense of the experience, and though naturally I’d really rather not have, it’s actually been helpful to really ‘know’ how my clients/family/friends who suffer these things actually feel. I’ve been able to continue to work, due to some amazing support. I have gratitude up the wazoo, because frankly? I’m still here to tell the tale. That’s a WIN in my book.

I’m writing this out, so that there’s a written record of it. So that it might help others who have felt like they’re losing the plot, who are questioning and doubting themselves. I’m not doubting any more. This is my experience. I now know there are many, many others going through the same things. Covid Long Haulers support groups are prolific and enormous. Yes, it’s a thing. Don’t doubt yourself. Even the local town doctors are now recognising and taking it in their stride that ‘yes, it’s a thing’.

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OK here goes.

My C19 experience began on March 13th 2020 (I believe, since of course no testing was happening outside of the hospital intensive care wards back then). I was driving home, North from Southampton and stopped at a services needing fuel. As I left the services, literally driving back onto the M1, I simply knew I was getting sick. Never mind your 7 to 14 days incubation period; I knew the moment it hit my body. By the following day I was in bed, sick and feeling dreadful.

I have pre-existing COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disorder aka lungs are fubar from years of smoking), Diabetes type 2 (my pancreas was damaged during a surgery), and a heart condition (arrhythmia due to an electrical fault). Nice big ticks on the ‘at risk’ boxes. However…

I did not particularly suffer the typical chronic cough everyone talks about. I DID feel more ill than I have felt in a long time. My body ached and literally hurt all over like a horrible flu, aching muscles and bones. It began with the sore throat/back of nose, penetrating and revolting. I could barely lift a finger, and spent time either at my desk in the upstairs office when I absolutely had to be (I’m stubborn as heck), and in bed every other minute. I shielded from the household to try to protect the others. I stayed in the spare room and my office only (didn’t come downstairs for weeks). I bought bulk buy disinfectant wipes and wiped the toilet and bathroom every use myself. The others brought me food, placed it on the affectionately named ‘plague shelf’ at the bedroom entrance, where I’d fetch it, eat what I could, and return it. They’d remove the crockery and wash their hands devotedly. They were thankfully, all safe (or asymptomatic).

I fought to avoid hospital admission. I was scared. But I’m not actually daft, if I’d really struggled to breathe, I’d have gone in. Despite how ill I felt, I’ve suffered and survived (in the past) pneumonia, pleurisy and bronchitis galore; I’m damn good at that business. I took ALL the things, self medicated to the hilt, took the GP prescribed emergency pack at home, stayed in bed and rested (not that I could do much else to be fair). So I avoided hospital and to this day thank my lucky stars.

NHS therefore class my experience of C19 as ‘mild’.

I was in bed for two weeks. I cancelled some work (I work from home, online), struggled through others, and carried on. The fever was dreadful, sweats and brain fog, crazy dreams and surreal moments. My body hurt, did I mention that? A lot.

I started to feel better, was briefly ecstatic, then within days would feel truly dreadful again, the sore throat would come back, the body collapse again. This ‘false recovery’ was a pattern for several more weeks. After 4 weeks we figured I must be ‘over’ the actual virus or at least technically safe, so I came out of shielding from the family. Those first hugs? Literal gold.

Except… my ‘good days’ (where I felt I was improving) were interspersed with ‘oh no, wrong again, I feel awful’. It just… didn’t …end.

It’s now September, that’s SIX MONTHS. So I’m going to list my ongoing struggles and symptoms here so you know that this is what a long hauler’s life can look like. With no knowledge or understanding of how long this might continue, or when it might end, that’s with a positive hopeful assumption clinging on that it will. Hopefully the science and treatment will catch up.

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  1. I am in pain. Every day. Literally every bit of my body hurts, from my fingers to my toes. Muscles, joints, eyeballs. Some days I can walk around seemingly physically fit and able, others I can barely lift my arms. But always it hurts, everywhere. Today’s a day I’m struggling to walk. It varies.
  2. The fatigue is out of this world. It hits like a brick wall, and I’m ‘done’, I can’t do anything, literally. It’s like every last morsel of energy dribbles out of my toes and it’s all gone, blank, stuck, immovable. It’s also daily, constant, and I’ve learned – as chronic fatigue sufferers have to – to pace myself (mostly). To ‘ration out’ all efforts, all movements, all commitments. It’s a constant negotiation, every single thing I do. My thinking goes in circles like this; ouch this hurts, I need to move, how much effort and pain is it going to cost me to move, is it worth just staying this way for awhile longer until I can’t… until eventually I do have to move, then I’m stuck again in the same loop. The standing ‘joke’ I’ve been using is “If I fart, I need a two hour nap”… but it’s not terribly funny in reality.
  3. My eyeballs ache and sometimes hurt, like I got hit by a tennis ball in the eye (I remember that as a kid, and it fits). I get constant disturbance of vision. I used to get migraines, so I recognise it, but this isn’t migrainous because the head pain doesn’t arrive, it’s just the random disturbances of vision. Flickering, blank spots, random colours etc. However it does give me consistent headaches.
  4. I’ve had vertigo on and off, something I’ve never suffered before. I assumed it was just a bodily response to fear of heights or something. But no. Having ones own body suddenly and without warning, uncontrollably lurching into a wall (and unable to stop the lurch in that direction until it actually passes) when you least expect it, is quite shocking. Not to mention a few head bumps along the way.
  5. Often when I lay down the room is spinning, as if I had way too many drinks (I don’t) and have to stay super still just clinging on until it passes. Jerky, repeated, like a washing machine round and round. It just won’t stop… but eventually it does.
  6. I cannot bend down to picks things up, if I do, I get so dizzy I fall/almost fall over. The others are often lurching to catch me when that happens.
  7. Dizziness, randomly, from nothing and out of nowhere.
  8. Pins and needles. Now I thought I knew what those were, but these are on another level, they actually hurt. They come any time, anywhere on the body, for no apparent reason. Lately they’re mostly concentrated on my last two fingers and arm for some reason. All these things change and change again, over time.
  9. Paracosmia. Great word isn’t it? False smells. I randomly smell a ghastly chemical, petrol or paraffin like smell, nobody else can smell it, it hits me wherever and whenever it likes, can last minutes or hours. Thanks to my good ole GP a steroid nasal spray seems to be getting rid of that. Good, it was ghastly.
  10. I get brain fog. I always thought that was an odd expression, and never really knew what it meant. I guessed ‘fuzzy brain’ or ‘sleepy brain’… but no, once you’ve had it, you know what it actually feels like. It’s like someone pressed pause on your thinking ability and you can’t will it away and just go back to thinking. Like a short circuit. Dots don’t join the dots. Thankfully this is less frequent than other symptoms, or I think I’d have given up the ghost. I’d certainly not have been able to continue working. My ‘memory issues’ (I already had some) have got much worse.
  11. My digestive system wasn’t brilliant anyway (lifelong IBS), but the magnitude of symptoms in that department are now frankly ridiculous. Never a dull day, one way or t’other.
  12. Shortness of breath. Yeah. I was doing brilliantly with my COPD, rarely ever used ‘puffers’ any more. Now? My body is a limp noodle and any exertion – apart from resulting in total ‘crash’ of fatigue and a more hurty body – means I’m puffing and panting just walking to the kitchen and back.
  13. Muscle wastage, from lack of physical anything for 6 months. I even had an actual bedsore in the first few weeks.
  14. Cystitis, repeatedly, something else I’ve not suffered for many years.
  15. Red blood cell count – high. Didn’t mean much to me, but apparently it means my body is overworking at fighting, both for oxygen, and fighting off inflammation, germs, etc.
  16. My heart rate – high, which has always been pretty good (60-70) …has been consistently between 80 and 120 bpm ever since C19. Sat still, on waking, before sleep, no matter what. It hits 120 after a slow and steady shower and dress in the morning.
  17. Greater frequency of my heart arrhythmias.
  18. I was right, I’d forgotten tinnitus. Random, shocking and intense.
  19. …I can’t think of anything else right now, but I’m leaving this here, because I know I’ll remember something else in the next couple of days if/when it happens.

So yes. Long hauler. It’s a thing. It sucks arse. Not much else to say really… except, if you know someone who is telling you they’re still suffering weeks or months after C19? Believe them. Please.


Footnote 1: I’m still 100% grateful for my life, that I’m still here to tell the tale despite unlucky comorbidity, and that I’ve got frankly incredible support, a good home, friends and family, and for that? I’m genuinely the luckiest guy in town. I say again, I’m not writing this for sympathy, but as a matter of record for myself, and to maybe help someone else.


Footnote 2: I was not tested, because I avoided hospital admission and they were not testing anyone who wasn’t actually admitted in respiratory distress, in mid March. My GP, 111, and on another call the practice nurse all said yes, I have it. That’s good enough for me. I haven’t bothered with the antibodies test as 1. I know I’m medically rubbish at making antibodies (I’ve had chickenpox three times) and 2. the test have been shown to frankly prove very little; lots of positive tested C19 cases have come back negative for antibodies, and those tests are still at this point not reliable.

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Dreaming a reality

Finished work for today.

Thoughts drift as I rest, to pictures of a bright and full future, glowing with hard work and magic.

A new home between woods and sea on the south coast. A community, shared with beloveds and those who choose to work alongside and share with us a certain way of living and being. A place we can live, work, breathe, fulfill our dreams, be free to be who we are and share all that we do with others.

A place for holding circles, creating workshops, enjoying firesides, crafts, woods, sea, drum and song. A place for growth, spirituality and sexuality.

A studio for the arts. A workshop for building and creating. Rooms of our own for therapy, writing, working, leisure and pleasure. Fresh eggs, milk and veg from our own backyard. Dogs, cats and horses of course.

So much beauty to live, love, breathe and share. All whilst and for doing the work; therapy, social conscience/activism/justice, growth, peace, love, life and laughter for ourselves and for others.

Yes, we’re almost there folks. Next year. The right place and property will come. Because we’ve been here 12 years now, working towards this and because I never stopped believing and having faith.

Did I mention that I love my life?

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Spring has definitely sprung

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DK Green Psychotherapist & Counsellor

I’m somehow more keenly aware of how blessed I am in this life lately. Revelling in unexpected sunshine and warmth, enjoying the scents and colours of new flowers and budding green shoots everywhere, and feeling my smile widen with the promise of Summertime teas in the garden and beach or woodland walks with loved ones.

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However, it wasn’t always like this for me. In the past I’ve had periods of troubled times and life has been less than kind from time to time. Just like you, I’ve weathered storms of mental and emotional anguish, troubles both physical and emotional… and fortunately found my way out of those times, with the love and support I’ve been blessed with but also, with outside help from a therapist.

Not everyone has the support of loved ones. Sometimes even with the loving nurture of those around us, troubled times can feel simply too much to…

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The wheel turns once more

DK Green Psychotherapist & Counsellor

garden jan15The breath of fresh air that this morning was for me, was a simple reminder of how that feels. The eyelid moistening relief. The tickle of an unbidden smile. Hope for the future. The allowance for room in each day to pause, to enjoy a moment as the present (both in time, and gift) that it is.

Having a period of time with a little of life’s challenges getting in the way of the smiles (loss, grief, fear/worry), we can forget these things, so easily. It’s called being human.

Stepping out into my garden and breathing deeply, smiling, enjoying… I was suddenly reminded that ‘this’ is precisely what I truly aim for with my clients who may be struggling. This moment of renewal. This love of life. This appreciation for all things. This ‘not’ looking at the garden through windows and seeing rain, stark, cold, empty, worry or fear, but actually stepping…

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New year new start?

DK Green Psychotherapist & Counsellor

The seasonal joy we see prolifically on social media around this time of year is wonderful. For those who are sharing it.

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That is unless of course you’re really not feeling the ‘Christmas cheer’.

This can be for many reasons. Perhaps you are alone for Christmas or New Year (as always, again, or for the first time). Some things that are arguably harder to bear at this time are loss, bereavement, relationship collapse, financial stress or perhaps a traumatic event. To be alone for Christmas is difficult, compounding a sadness that we may not struggle to endure quite so much, at other times. To lose someone and to grieve at any time is hard, but at this time can feel inexplicably significant. Worries and stress around work and money can sometimes be exaggerated by the pressures of those shiny boxes beneath the tree, not to mention the anxieties invited by stressed shoppers or overwhelming family gatherings.

Whatever the reason, it can…

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Fervent fevered ramblings

 Fighting Fever. Warring Self. Dark Nights.

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Fever

Altered mind states

Truly alone within

Brief moments of pure clarity

Journey

I currently have chickenpox. To be entirely specific, the doc said it’s the same virus as causes chickenpox and shingles (and a dozen others that ‘mimic’ those), but lays somewhere in between. It’s sucky! Suffice to say I have a myriad of delightful, tiny blisters in the strangest places all over, including my face. I’ll come back to that. As they burst and heal they scab. Lovely. Did I mention the insanity-provoking itching? Calamine and antihistamines have been my friend. Added to that over the past day or so, pain relief, as the headache from dehydration is profound (yes I’m drinking gallons, even sugar/salt sachet solutions to combat it, but the fever and sweats… oh the sweats). 

So yes, having a ball here in my ‘spare room of isolation’. That phrase has become representative of the whole experience to me. Literally the isolation; yes of course my beloveds check on me, bring me sustenance, tea and sympathy… but I spend endless hours alone, in my own company.

I discovered again on day 1 that I quite enjoyed my own company. That was pleasant. Having quiet, peace, rest and even just ‘time’ to myself was a delight, despite feeling so rotten. Solitude is something lacking in my life and, as busy and lovely as it is, I resolved to take more quality time for me in future, rather than existing on the few snatched hours of sofa/flump/collapse at the quiet end of the day.

Yes. Rest too is lacking, real rest. Also imposed during this period of poorliness and equally appreciated with the same, new-found respect.

Being in this ‘spare room of isolation’ is interesting, fascinating intellectually and emotionally. Cut off from the rest of the house, separated physically for the sake of everyone else (my beloveds, visitors etc), for prevention of contagion. But gosh, it really is ‘separating’ after a few days. Like being completely cut off and plonked on a mountaintop for meditative contemplation.

Around day 3 I realised I felt quite institutionalized. Automated. Numbed to it. This room could quite literally be in a different country, or underground. If it weren’t for the changing light from the window and the greenery of the garden view, I’d not know what time or day it is. Thank goodness for technology, at least I have outside ‘entertainment’ and communication (after a fashion) when I really desire it. It’s quite hard work though. I don’t have much energy outside of fighting this revolting virus. And for thought. Although I have discovered a resilience and ability to focus for short periods, thus have managed a few client sessions from here. Inordinately pleased about that.

I’ve had many ‘lessons’ from this experience. It has shown me quite clearly, several things I needed to look at. Spiritually I’ve explored a real sense of self, truthful awareness, deep core beliefs and illusions. Something I’ve not had the simple luxury of time to explore for awhile. Philosophy. Sociology. Anthropology. Spirituality. My mind’s been all over the place. Ponderances and realisations around the whole human physical body mental/emotional construct rubbish we have going on, a bit like the cultural societal ones we exist in, often without being aware of it, until we look for it that is. Flesh sacks on loan between spiritual progress steps. Body is a temple? Yeah… some real work to do there too. Deep, huh? 

Vanity. Gosh I’d hate for anyone to see me this way. My face? A red, blistery, scabby, icky mess. Healing now, thank goodness. But ugh. Talk about looking in the mirror at one’s own physical vanity. Talking of social constructs. Hah, hoisted by my own petard so to speak. Recognised, laughed at, accepted and ignored. Phew.

Day 5. There’s an expression called ‘the shaman’s death’. Also rebirth. The stripping away of ‘self’, surpassing fear, into acceptance. Allowing. Appreciating. So much more, far more than I can do justice within mere words. Timelessness. Formlessness. Connection to all things. Cellular level, experiential, phenomenological and on a more spiritual woo-woo level… moving from head, to heart. From mind, to spirit. Flowing between the realms. Fascinating stuff. An unintentional (at least consciously) Vision Quest. Who needs a tent in the woods?

Did I mention I have a fever? ~chuckles softly~ Talk about altered mind states. There are other ways to get there, I’ve tried most in my lifetime, but nowadays simple meditation, shamanic journeying, or tantric… well, you get the idea. Doesn’t usually take a fever. However this particular experience certainly resonates with a more recent and profound spiritual ‘experience’ a few months back. Similar to others in the past too. Round and around and around and around we go, till all is let go, accepted, learned. The great cosmic joke. The nonsense that is time. The unreality of all that we perceive of as, reality.

I expect I’ll read this when I’m fully lucid and roll my eyes at the poor language, falling short of explaining fully. My own, limited thoughts and feelings splurged onto the page without, to be truthful, much consideration for you poor things reading it. Ah well. I write it for me, by way of a journal through this experience. If anyone should read it? Good luck!

To sleep, perchance to indulge in more feverish spirit work in the dreamtime. All growth. All lessons.

Off I go to die and be reborn again a few dozen times bathed in sweat and darkness… ~chortles and doffs cap~

DK x

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Genitals Do Not Equal Gender

WARNING: graphic language. If this offends you, don’t watch!

Genius. Our generation barely ‘scratched the scratch’ of all this gender business.

YOUR Generation Holly; you will carry this forward to it’s only possible conclusion. This is the message of THIS generation.

Full support, massive love and total respect. Welcome Hollie Hewitt ♥

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Long time no see

My irregularity in posting entries on this is perturbing, if amusing.

Hi all. Yes, I’m still here and very much alive. Life has had it’s share of ups and downs (haven’t we all) and yet I felt inspired to put metaphorical pen to paper again as for me now? My life is a beautiful place. Sure there are concerns, worries, heart sore places, but overall life is once again a magical thing.

I’m sure of me, of who and what I am. Secure and content in the knowledge of all I have achieved, accomplished and am working hard to continue to succeed in. After a few years of faltering, stumbling, grazing my knees and doubting all I believed, with the help of my own spiritual and personal growth path (and plenty of help and learning, mostly the long or hard way) I feel at last content with who I am, and happy to continue to work on all arising that I feel needs to be worked upon as it occurs, as well as finally relaxing and enjoying all that I have achieved and am.

My marriage is a beautiful thing, the gifts of the life I share with Rachel and Lu are deeply treasured and thankfully sublime. After a tough few years with more challenges to face than many survive, we are strong, we are three and we are eternal with long term dreams and shared visions once more. Gratitude is truly all.

In work, business, my life is finally really taking shape. After losing my previous career when my health took an inglorious swan dive several years ago, I gritted my teeth and ploughed through no less than five years of education to re-qualify from the beginning; given the unexpected opportunity so late in life to do so and to allow myself to believe in and enjoy my work with passion, vigour and renewed sense of purpose. What I’m good at. What I truly love to do. Magic. How lucky was I in hindsight?

My family is wonderful. My youngest Lina, after having a difficult time through school with bullying and other stuff, is really maturing into a fabulous human being and an awesome young woman; so much fun, clever, witty, smart and most assuredly, entirely her own individual person! My son Tony is so happy and in love, working now after achieving his music degree at University. He plans to further qualify to become a primary school teacher, which is handy as his new love Amy has the same plan! My eldest daughter Kirsty works hard and is a damn good TA at school, happy and married to her love Kerry, their son Kyle, and with a new baby, a grandson for me on the way to arriving in June! My stepdaughters Liane and Katie (and her husband James) and their wonderful children, my step-grandchildren Connor, Coco (Liane’s) and Corey and Bethany (Katie’s) are a source of fun, love and joy to me too. My parents dad Ken and mum Gina are another source of joy in my life. My wider family too.

…and as for friends. Gosh. I find myself surrounded by loves, beloveds, treasured and adored friends and so many ‘chosen family’ among them. They share our lives. We treasure sharing theirs.

Travel. A life long love of mine and one I was never able to enjoy much previously… now is a part of my life. Every year we travel somewhere new, see new parts of this wonderful world. Tick off ‘bucket list’ entries and pictures long ago collected into a ‘dream book’ I still treasure. This year? The month of November will be spent in America, travelling to New York for a family member’s wedding (Lu’s niece, Dani), then across to San Fransisco and California including the Grand Canyon, a drive down the Pacific Coast Highway, Las Vegas, meeting up with long missed family (of Lu’s) and friends of ours. So much excitement!

This year my goals are set and already progress being made towards them solidly. By May? I’ll have my own car again and be able to commit to/afford to finally undertaking my Masters Degree. By the end of the year I’ll have my own office to work from in town instead of working in clients/my home… and most importantly we’ll have cleared our debts (just the usual overdrafts/credit cards) so that by Jan 1st 2015 we’re completely in the black and I can devote ‘that’ year to saving. Because in just a few short years, less than four if I can help it, we’ll be finally realising our dream of moving to the south coast, to live, love and work by the sea… at long last.

Dreams are beautiful things. Goals are achievable. Life? Life… is beautiful. So this post? Just plain old gratitude, hope and excitement.

My dream, my inner dream if you will, is to help others to achieve the feeling I have right now. To achieve, dream, believe and succeed. To be the best they can be and have the best they could wish for. To live with passion, joy and smiles.

Big aims? Hell yes. And I for one won’t settle for anything less!

Ain’t life grand?

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September Adventure

Well I guess I should have added to my last entry – back in January (!) – blog more often.

I don’t really know where to start and if I keep using that as a reason not to, it’ll never happen, so here goes nothing.

Selection of pictures from my weekend adventure.

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This weekend was, well, transformative for starters.

I took the weekend away, myself and a tent, to the woods. Scary biscuits, deep woods in the dead of night alone, but so very, very worth it. It was emotional (I’ve been feeling very weary/run down, so I needed some emotional time out), mental (I needed to clear my head and gather my thoughts away from the clutter of everyday life) and spiritual (on my shamanic path, I’ve been called to ‘vision quest’ for awhile now and knew that it would take some organising for me to feel the freedom to do so, hence…

I journeyed and settled intermittently on the first day, walking, exhaling, slowly letting go of the outside world and attuning to the place and to me, finally just breathing and being, by this morning.

I spent today on a personal vision quest, a good several hours in fact. Surprised even me. Especially the words that came tumbling out calmly, almost sedately, when my guides did their, well, guiding thing. So much released. So much let go. So much called upon and drawn in. Expelling, expressing, singing, howling, you name it. Performed a ritual with fire, burning words written almost in automatic writing, after reading and truly digested every word fully, first. Powerful stuff. Even stood naked under the moon.. but shush, don’t tell anyone. ~grin~

So much good to come, so much work to be done. I’m only just now, hours later, finally beginning to settle it all inside. I feel me. I found me again. I forgave them all, last but not least, me. I found love for them all, grace, understanding, compassion, and last but not least, me. I understood so many things that I hadn’t before, or only thought I had.

Bloody hell that was powerful stuff. ~grins~

I hope you enjoyed my first blog entry since the start of the year. Now I’ve started…

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2013 goals

Time I put these to paper (so to speak) as I’ve been mulling them over for weeks.

I used to keep a physical ‘dream journal’ and have taken great pleasure to read through it again recently, enjoying and ticking off the lists and pictures of those I’ve already achieved.

This year I begin again the tradition again that I kept for years of setting a goals list at the beginning of the year, only here in my journal. Something good and useful it can do for me at last! Without the list, things become a wishy washy one day maybe kind of dreams list; with it, even if I don’t achieve them all, I do successfully achieve much of them and certainly more than I do without it!

I have a full and complete ‘bucket list’ where I keep all my life goals, adding to them as they occur to me; it’s time to make a dent in it again. So here goes for the coming year…

1. Visit Turkey, to begin to tick off at least one a year of my bucket list ‘travel’ goals. [Travel]

2. Take both mum (for mothers day) and Lina (to keep my promise when she turns 16) to Spain to see Ben. [Pleasure & Promises]

3. Learn Spanish (already know some; revisit and complete the CD course to tick off my bucket list) [Education]

4. Finish my Advanced Psychotherapy course in June & begin Higher Advanced in September. [Professional & Education] (achievable target towards the longer term goal to become Dr Green)

5. Learn to play my guitar (began with son Tony, revisit and continue) [Education]

6. Write (book) [Achievements] (minimum; map/plan it out properly and begin writing it)

7. Spend more time with family and friends (visit parents more often, do more with my kids and grand-kids, visit further family that I haven’t seen in many years and spend more time with our friends) [Personal]

8. Clear out, clean and decorate our home (lots done, finish the job!) [Personal]

9. Get my own CAR again for work, and ride my bike much more for pleasure [Personal]

10. Establish my rolling private client list properly to stabilise longer term income [Professional] (set up outside professional office once client list warrants it)

11. Finally quit smoking, lose that elusive last two stone, and integrate regular exercise again [Personal]

12. …add one thing to this list every time I tick one off so that my list at the beginning of next year looks just as glorious! [Forward planning]

There… I think that’s a fairly fabulous, achievable and superb list personally. I’m really looking forward to this year, at last. Huzzah and go me!

~doffs cap~

DK x

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