It sounds wimpish and excuse-ridden. I have been having a struggle lately. I’ve given up my role as treasurer of my radio club, a position I have held for six years. I confess to some relief at having given up the role.
Sometime soon, I will be giving up my role as secretary of my local Raynet group. I am going to be honest and say that in this second role, I have never felt so utterly ineffectual. There are several reasons for this that I won’t go in to, but it has been deeply frustrating. I will be actively glad to give up that role.
I am using these two events as an excuse to articulate my struggle, a feeling of “absence” but whilst true, that’s not the real reason for my struggle.
I want to do something, whether it’s Vlogging or writing a book, something but the absence is a complete absence of what to do. I don’t know if the move to Dorset will liberate me really, but I do feel locked in here. Sorry for being maudlin. I’ve not been in a good place these last few days. This wretched (definitely not covid) cough has not helped.
Bills Posts 