That sometimes, if I moan too much, it can cause untold harm 🙂
I moaned about my job and lo, it is no more. Serves me right really. I should be (I am) quite worried. It is no fun not having an income. The bills loom large, I have a mortgage to pay or a house to sell and the shopping expeditions are no more.
why is it then that I feel such a sense of freedom? A sense of a new beginning, a chance to start everything again. Perhaps because I am always so damn stolid, have always done ‘what is right’, and now I have a chance to do just what I want and I really like the idea!! :p