My previous blog entry and the replies that followed it has made me think.
Not only do I occasionally sound somewhat older than my years (a fact I do in fact have to agree with) but I have only just come to the realisation that I have actually named my blog after a novel in which a rather vivacious Welsh character looks back at her life as she is dying after a stroke in a hospital bed.
There is, of course, an inference here that on some subconscious level I am indeed "looking back" rather than looking forward at things and this fact did concern me just a little....after all I am a young "insanely vibrant" individual that still wears jeans, a walking dead (!) T shirt and who still has all his own teeth.
I am not ready for the knacker's Yard just yet!
Going Gently, I would like,to think, is less a look backwards at something...it was aimed to be a bit of a reflection at something.... namely the story of a lifestyle change from a city jobs-worth existence to the tale of a country gob shite's hobby farm and the characters within.....
humm........perhaps I am going through a late mid life crisis.....
I will discuss all this with my therapist