It’s been much too long since I updated here.

I started this blog with all good intentions… but then, the road to hell is supposed to be paved with those so, no wonder it fell by the wayside.

We (my family and I) have all already been through hell and are only now finding our way out. There was trauma, then more trauma, then loss, then Covid, then… well, you get the idea.

There is a saying that I love, that I think has become rather applicable. I believe it’s a variation of a Winston Churchill quote.

“If your path demands you walk through hell…

Walk as if you own the place.”

Easier said than done.

To me, this isn’t saying you should never fall into depression or feel hopeless or defeated. No.

It’s about tiptoeing forward, crawling when you can’t walk, moving the tiniest bit towards something better, creeping towards the end of dark times, whatever they are.

This is about when you start glimpsing that light on the other side, when you start to find the gate out. This is when you start rediscovering who you are, your own interests, your own self.

When you start reconnecting with your own soul.

That is when you can hold your head up high and walk like you own the place. And that is when you can go right out the gate and find the strength to remake your little corner of the world.

It’s not easy. But it’s a start. Bit by bit.