Into the Woods

And so the 5th year began.
To be honest, I far prefer some structure rather than last years empty timetable and pointless activities. But so so so so so much work. Jeepers. I'm half excited and half terrified of screwing up my life. What a silly idea to decide ones whole future at this point in ones life.
Anyway.

I've started having these moments lately, where I escape to a fantasy, or relate a moment in my life to a film.
Lately I've had a lot of moments where my life has been equatable to a work of Austen. Specifically Emma. Not that I've become Gweneth Paltrow all of a sudden. I 've ended up in a spot where I care less about my love life and relationships.
And a lot more about other peoples. Its relatively interesting, kind of like culturing an ant farm.
The other moments of escape involve this little copse behind my house. Its a little forest path that bridges two golf courses. I've spent so much time walking down it I've become accustomed to its moods.
It can be so different copletely depending on the light and weather. In my distraction I usually spend about 15/20 minutes walking what should be a 10 minute journey. I have now decided it is my favourite place.

So my life at the moment is one of busyness and distraction, fighting each other like dogs against each other.

Into the Woods and Out of the Woods, and All Before Dark.