It's not over until the fat lady sings!
I'm 39 years old. Ten years ago I had just run the marathon - I weighed 9 stone and was as fit as a butcher's dog. I was married - albeit a bumpy affair - had two young sons I adored had just accepted a great job at the world's most creative ad agency. The world seemed full of possibilities.
Today I weigh just under 12 stone. I was diagnosed with ME/CFS two years ago, following a serious virus and am no longer able to work. I left my marriage in January and am rapidly becoming a chick lit cliche - the wine bottles in the recycling bin shame me and I went to see the vampire film on the day it was released. On my own. And then went again.
Where did it all go wrong?
To be honest I think it's a case of life happening all around me while I was busy making busy plans. But if I have learnt anything at all during this time it's that brow beating and despairing is utterly pointless. The real question is what am I going to do about it?
So that is what I want to chart. For myself. To remain mindful about what I am doing and why.
I will be utterly honest with myself in this space - success or failure, ups, downs. Warts and all this blog will hopefully be the truth about what it's like when a bog standard person tries to follow their dreams.
Elsie