Sunday was a sad day in my world. I said goodbye to a friend.
We had shared many nights together, enjoying craft ales and delicious food. Long walks on the beach were a staple of this union.
If I could describe my mindset as a bell-curve the last few weeks, it has been firmly on the steep slope downwards.
My baby boy is happier than every; every smile from him is a shot of endorphins. The day-job is booming, I’ve become Director of a new company spin-off, I’ve completed the first 6 weeks of being the head of a “charity” and we somehow raised $10,000 at the Mr. Perfect Trivia Night on Saturday.
Two years ago I sat on a long-haul flight back from the UK after seeing my Dad for the last time before he passed away.
I was already slightly emotional but also relieved. As I tucked into a red wine on the Abu-Dhabi to Sydney leg, I impatiently flicked through the movie library, as I usually did, frustrated there were few decent documentaries to watch.