As you were

West Wyalong, NSW - 7th May 2025

I reckon some phases of life are tangential. Off you go, running along the track flung out from the inner circle. You feel like you might never return, whether it’s right or wrong. There’s things out there, new and exciting, exotic and strange and you want to know what they are and how they work. The tangential excursions can be minutes, to years, to lifetimes. I can say that easy enough, having been on a few, but I know for some people, life’s directions are more clear cut, while others’, like my own, are more vague and possibly aloof. While I’m convinced that I’m the latter, that’s not the say I don’t give it a good shake. I’ve tried really hard to get some things done… absolutely putting in the hours, the thought and the emotional energy I figured they deserved. And it’s not always easy to sort out how that is best done. Older habits can get in the way. Conventions, so ingrained over decades that hold you one way as you look for another. If the tangents have enough energy, they fly. But often they don’t and the gravity pulls it all back down to earth. >>>> As ever, I’ve been travelling a lot, doing the Tamworth, Melbourne, Adelaide triangle… a little bit of NW Tasmania, bit of Sydney… seeing all that lies in between, ending up feeling like I belong to all of it and none of it, all at once. So I’ve been left to consider, is that what I’m gonna do for the rest of my time? More tangents flying off in whatever direction? It could be a lot worse, but it just doesn’t feel right to have all the effort made following a wild tangent falling and collapsing back on itself. Failure doesn’t sit well, but hey, there’s loads of memes out there that make it sound acceptable enough. Anything can be worthwhile project if one has the energy for it. Finding a way through it is merely part of the deal.