Fight fight fight!

Life.
Can be a real bastard sometimes.

For me it loves to take what I think I know of the world, (especially when I'm starting to feel stable and steady on my hooves) and giving it all a good bone rattling shake that spills all the wisdom from the cup of my brow absolutely everywhere so that it ends up just another stain on my fluffy carpet of existence.
It's very annoying.

I believe in being optimistic. I feel that change - when it has to come barging in like a whirlwind of 'HA! bet you didn't see that coming?!' - generally leads to something better.

But sheesh now again?! I haven't had enough big bastards barging in already? Apparently not..

I sadly admit that getting through this change and moving forward again... well it's gonna take a lot of effort, hopeful thinking, friendly hugs and soft, 2ply tissues. *sniff*

I know this will blow over and that one day I'll look back with a wry smile and sympathy for Jovvi-in-the-now, knowing it was meant to be and meant to happen and other very peppy sounding platitudes spouted in books written by Doctors with dodgy degrees and large followings of devoted female acolytes.

But until that happens I think I'm going to mope for a bit, nurse my wounds, put sad, sappy music on and drench my sleeves in eye fluids.

But I still feel like munching on an apple. So see, it can't be all that bad right?