Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and try again...
So, I flew the nest, and now I've flown right back again.
It's been a bit of a 360 degree turn.
Like when you had to draw a circle in GCSE maths using a compass (I kind of miss those trivial tasks) and the smudged line from your almost blunt pencil re-traces the exact point that you started from.
Back to the drawing board, my canvas is once again well and truly blank.
I guess I'm just longing to feel settled and to know what's around the corner.
And then I remind myself... where's the fun in that?
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