That horse fucked off, big time.
So I lay in the dirt a bit longer, 3 months longer if I’m totally honest.
Got up, walked a bit, hired a fancy super car, ended up back in the dirt. I’m still sat here, quite a bit further on than I was last time I wrote, but still not really on the road I should be on.
Something happened last night though. A connection was made that could change my life, I need to work though. I need to stop fucking about, accept that the horse is probably miles away and dead by now and get myself a fucking car! (It’s almost 2018 for god’s sake, why the hell am I writing horse analogies anyway?)
Actually, a lot of connections have been made, a very important one the day after my last entry, come to think of it, I may have gone further than I thought I did during my crazy super-car racing days.
I’m on the cusp of a massive change, a huge improvement to my life, but to make it happen I need to stop feeling sorry for myself, shake this depression off and start taking the necessary steps, putting one leg in front of the other and KEEP MOVING. Great things are about to fall in my lap, but I do need to make sure my lap is in the right place at the right time.