Truth be told I’m at a standstill and I’m still yet to leave the front garden. I am so tired. The clouds above are grey and threatening rain. I want to go inside and hide. I want to but I haven’t. Yes, maybe I am sitting still on the concreate path getting colder by the minute. No, I haven’t actually stepped out onto the road and really made a start on this journey, but I haven’t turned back either.
I’m still here. Right now surely that counts for something.