In the mush.

The mush of life that is. All the good stuff, all the bad stuff and all the inbetween stuff. All the things I understand, all the things I don't and all those things I think I kinda mighta understand.

That's what I've got with me and that's what I'm walking with into the future with, and I'll probably get more of that mush up there as I travel.

Horoscope? Yeah, from Jonthan Cainer.

Where precisely, is this 'box' that we are all supposed to think outside? What is it up there, in the blue sky that we ought to be dwelling on? Business gurus seem to specialise in finding complicated phrases to describe something simple. You now need to be a little more imaginative. You don't need to go on a course or read a book. You simply have to allow yourself to envisage a better, brighter future. Then you have to start taking the kind of action that is likely to help bring this about.

Fabby.

I thought I had been envisaging a brighter future, although just recently I've found my thoughts of a brighter future shrinking and shirking in the light of my current reality. I think I've got to fan those flames again, add some more firewood.

I know the kind of the shape I want things to take.
Here's how it breaks down.

Firstly, my lady from China is coming here, to the uk. I want time off to be with her a while. She's here for a couple of weeks, I'd like to see her. So I will.

Secondly, I must must must and will, get that magical transfer closer to home and get those earlier working hours I seek. But I think it would suit me better to work harder and impress the bosses here some more. They will probably be more inclined if I've 'given it a go' rather than just jump ship straight away. Also I can argue a better case if I try and have tried but things just aren't working out for me, all that mush.

Thirdly, implement my further plans of action.

These are; impro performing, stand up comedy once again, enrol on a Chinese language course, start teaching English privately to paying customers and enjoy more time doing stuff generally. Because my 1 to 9 five days a week, stink.

So, it's nice to know what I want and how I'm going to get it for a change. I've spent great swathes of my life farting about. It'll be even nicer once I've nailed that transfer, but as ever, time it takes, time it needs. Time. Time. Time.

So paitiently and with determination, marching onward I go...

... through the mush...