I woke up yesterday with some trepidation. But I needn’t have worried. It’s all good.
Like trench warfare but without the guns, like the German assault on Verdun or General Winter’s relentless destruction of Napoleon’s forces in Russia, the war of attrition begins.
This week, for the first time in over 3 years I caught a glimpse of hope. This week I realised that there’s a chance that the rest of my life will not be lived against the backdrop of decades of economic disaster. This week gave me a reason to be optimistic again.