Sometimes...

 

Last night, my brain fell into that dreaded spiral again... I'm so used to this going wrong, it's like I'm waiting for the rig to be pulled from beneath me.  

And I started thinking. It felt like I'm living in this sort of fairytale, with reality awaiting me in Sydney. And it's a reality I never wanted to exist in, nor do I wish to return to. But I have to go back at some stage. I've got a unit full of stuff, a dog, and a degree to finish. 

And I have to remind myself.. nothing is permanent. Good or bad, smiles or sadness, everything shifts. 

So hold on through the tough times, and appreciate the smiles and joy.