This past year has been a disappointment for many.
You may be tempted to muse on what are the tragic circumstances to which I allude.
Is that Harry Scriven chap acknowledging one of the various referendum or election results that have occurred around the world over the last twelve or so months? Are these the source of tragic disappointment that this blogger is referring to?
Or maybe, you might think to yourself, Harry is completely mad and is crying over the sporting failures of some sporting hero of his?
What if Harry’s favourite television show stopped transmitting and he has trouble coming to terms with this loss?
The first thing for me to write here is that I should stop speaking about myself in the third person. It’s annoying to read if I do it too much, I suspect.
And anyway, the answer is no to all three of these possibilities. Sport and television don’t bother me too much, and referendum or election results need to be accepted whether you agree with the results or not.
So what is the cause of this disappointment to the masses?
Well, of course, few people have been able to cope with the absence of my once regular weekly blog posts.
Okay, I am joking about the importance of my own blog posts.
I was a little nervous about the quality of my first posting on my return to regular blogging.
Although I have kept myself connected with social media through sporadic Tweets or the odd Google+ output, I especially worried about the quality of my first longer weekly social media posting for several months.
Will I be able to post something remarkable enough to announce my return to the regular blogging world?
I am confident that this post will result in one of the following three scenarios:
- This post will become an essential text to the British English Literature school curriculum
- This will be one of the written outputs leading to my being short listed for the Nobel Prize for Literature
- This post will get a few likes and maybe a comment or two
In a number of ways, life for me is the same as it was last year when my posts started to become less frequent. My family situation is the same as it was then and I’m still driving the same beaten up third-hand car. A few of my life priorities have been amended over this time but you will find me much as I was before.
I write that little has changed, but I also think that I am more reliable now than then.
And how do I quantify that my reliability has increased? Well, now I am starting to feel that I can rely on myself which is something that I have ever felt previously in my life.
So, I might even spend the second half of my life actually liking myself.
Maybe that will be reflected within the contents of my future blog posts.