Putting on a Brave Face

Well, I spent a great portion of the morning today feeling very low.  I can’t really say why.  Perhaps it was the weather.  Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m nowhere near where I hoped I would be at this point in my life.  Still, I’ve got plenty of time to turn things around.  And I did cheer up when The Child and me went round to my parents’ for the afternoon.  We had fish and chips for tea as well, which was a nice treat as I don’t have those very often.  It’s just one of those things really I guess.  As The Child doesn’t eat fish and chips, I don’t see it as worth traipsing out for them just for myself.  I’d much rather just cook something for the pair of us.  Anyway, I think I’ve decided I just need to try and ignore it when I’m feeling a bit down.  I need to force myself to feel positively about my situation in life.  And maybe things will get better soon.  When I get a job (I am trying not to think of it as ‘if’, but ‘when’) I might make new friends, and I might manage to create myself some sort of life beyond my family.  And maybe I shall move on from The Ex and meet someone suitable.  I might not though, but in that case I’m probably better off on my own.  I’m probably better off on my own anyway of course.

So, there it is, I need to put on a brave face and go out there.  I need to stop letting things get me down.  And I must find a job before July, so that The Child and I aren’t forced to move into a hovel.  But bearing in mind another factory nearby has just been shut down, competition for jobs is going to be even fiercer.  Hmm.  No.  I shall manage to get myself a job, and very soon.  I’ll be fine.  The Child will be fine.  And maybe our current government will disappear, and perhaps some honest politicians can be found somewhere to run the place.  Honest politician.  An oxymoron perhaps?  Hmm.  Maybe I’m just being cynical.