Sometimes life feels like running a race that can't be won.
So much going on that makes clear I have hardly any influence and certainly no control.
I have to give others their choices and respect them, even when I don't agree...at all...
Even if it hurts me to the depth of my soul.
And my first true journalism teacher has died. In his sleep, as he wanted.
It's like he is more present now than ever before.
Maybe it's age, maybe it's egoism, maybe it's just a tunnel we all have to go through.
The urge to live in the UK is getting stronger and stronger, but age and Brexit are huge obstacles.
I have a wanted profession (psychologist), but people just look at age, and not at what a person can do.
I have lectured at university and would accept a job immediately. There are not many people who know how to make "research methodes and techniques" a fun subject.
I can also play an active role in supporting nurses and doctors in the NHS.
I'm kind of fed up with this world..
So, was that a vent or not?
I'll be leaving for London next wednesday.
Looking forward to being there, as I feel more at home there than here.
And the weekend I'll be with "my" veterans. Camping!!
I always hated camping, but the past years I have started to love it.
So I'm looking forward to being with them there. Improvising, adjusting, having fun, and being among the friends who know me better than anyone else.
With everything that is going on in this world it's good not to wait until their visit to The Netherlands for Market Garden in september.
I wish everyone taking part in the Jubilee a very nice time.
Thinking about the way our King and Queen, and this special "The Queen" have to live has been feeding the poem. So maybe another one will be written, from another point of view.
You can find this one: >>>here<<<