It’s not about how often you fall, it’s about how often you get up. Or something equally cheesy. I’ve been battling with life the past few months, well, years I guess. I got into a rut, then fell into a well guarded by trolls of Doom and Gloom when my job and relationship ended, and have been trying to climb out ever since. Sometimes I think I’m getting pretty far up the ladder, only to realise a few weeks on that I’ve taken a tumble and fallen back. But this week, which has been pretty shit in some aspects, has had some really good moments, which make me feel like getting up and trying to climb the ladder again.
Hey, ho. Let’s go.
