I appear to have been writing this blog for approximately a year. I know this because it was roughly this time last year I returned from a lovely holiday in Tuscany, split up with an awful boyfriend, started an awful diet (Dukan - which prompted my first ever post) and worked out how the hell to use blogger.
Since then I've laughed. I've cried. Mostly cried. Moved job, area and city. Met some proper fucking frogs and absolutely zero princes. And still have no one to make me a cup of tea.
Four months in to my big old life change and it seems that nothing really changes, not on the inside anyway. Some more big, brave decisions are necessary it seems. I sort of want to get to a point where they're not necessary any more. At least for a bit. Am knackered.
But then I've been reading a lot of Nietzsche recently. He is hands down the acest philosopher, mostly because he makes me laugh. Almost everything I read of his makes me feel better. Makes me feel that I'm not a complete fecking nutter. Although I suppose technically he did go mad at 44. But the man speaks so much sense. Particularly on religion, faith, morals and the subjectivity of truth.
To mark the year's anniversary of my blog I am going to totally write shitloads more. I'm going to write a blog a day. Some of them are bound to be excellent. Just by the law of averages.
The individual always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
The man was a genius. I kind of fancy him.