Turn Of The Wheel

It’s been almost a year since I finished my first journey of recovery and discovery. I thought that it had all gone amazingly well and that my life was set for a new and adventurous course that would be fuelled by writing.

I’m still puttng in the fuel , but my life is still in the same place.

Not for me, the meteroric rise to fame. Not for me, that epiphany of discovery. Not for me, that moment in the sun where, for a brief time at least, people begin to sit up and listen. The wheel may have turned, but the tide has not.

“Oh, woe is me.”

Count Your Blessings.

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Part of me was going to write something like, this is a lovely idea.

BUT.

There is always a BUT with me. It’s as if I have a corn or cheese detector governing my responses to totally ordinary sentiments. The rest of the world lives by these sentiments, so why do I so frequently reject them?

“It’s not the number of breaths we take, but the number of moments that take our breath away.”

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”

“You have to look through the rain to see the rainbow.”

“Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching.
“Yesterday is history, tomorrow a mystery and today is a gift. That’s why we call it the present.”
I think that it becomes obvious after reading this short list that the speaker, or the
listener, would struggle not to be physically sick upon uttering or hearing these fired
across the gaping space between motivation and inspiration.
A year has come and gone. I don’t think that I have moved on. Just now, I got a call from a
supply agency offering me a day’s work at a truly horrible school. After a little
consideration, I said, no.
And that made all the difference.
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”
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But how will I get home from there?

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mike2all

This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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