Tonight is blog number 2650.
Not a significant or meaningful number but probably something like 1 million and a half words.
As has always been the case, the purpose of this blog is a series of writings to remind me where I am and what I’m thinking about in years to come when I can’t move and all that works are my eyes with a pair of glasses on them
So today and with the power of analogy it’s worth me setting out where I find myself.
Dictating this (writing this) on day two of a three-day holiday.
Obviously sat at home because we’re in the middle of lockdown and realising that I haven’t had a week off work since August 2020.
One of the things I did with Callum was explore The Hunt for Red October and nuclear submarines because he’s fascinated with anything engineering and they’re fascinating bits of engineering.
And so, Periscope 2650 is an analogy because I’ve been ‘under the layer’, way deep down in the water, in the cold water where I can’t be heard, where I can travel along is stealth and almost undetected for as long as my stoles will last.
But now, in a notoriously difficult February half-term holiday, I find myself at periscope depth.
I find myself with periscope up surveying the horizons for opportunities and threats.
Looking ahead for miles and miles to see whether it’s safe to come completely to the surface.
I need to take the boat back to base.
It’s needs a total refit and complete reprovision.
It needs a rest and new orders and new missions and new horizons.
Before you do that you have to figure out whether it’s safe to go and from what I can see through my periscope today, it is.
So, in future and in years to come, I will read back Periscope 2650 and I will realise that this was the beginning of the end of all the terrible things that have happened (I hope) on the way to setting sail for the end of a new beginning.
Like a process of grief, the impacts of the last 18months effect people at different stages and at different times.
The impact of the last 12 months are the same, as some people have flourished and are now broken and some people who were broken are now flourishing.
Some people are still surviving and others are waiting for a hammer to fall as they manage the course through the most unprecedented of years.
For me, it's time to look ahead and look forwards and cast aside my PTSD and sail to a better place.
Blog Post Number - 2650
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