the thought of life moving on, the huge change that having own family and the awe / fear emotion that anticipation gives reminds me of being slightly younger.

not recognising myself

a slightly strange experience not recognising myself after spending week at caravan. i didnt like the look of myself. i looked any old person and it didnt look like me.

I am going to tie this up with my behaviour and who i want to be.

i have been through an emotional time, had a haircut…

my 13 year narrative didn’t prepare me for the plot twist. i lost certainty about who we were to each other, and who he was,

and I guess i want to incorporate a little more of my father into my own character