Over the past few weeks I've noticed a subtle, but definite, change in my outlook. Instead of feeling that the future is not necessarily something to look forward to, I'm beginning to think that it's full of something I can only describe as potential. There's now a germ of an idea that I do actually have some choice in the future and that it's not necessarily destined to be one of loneliness and greyness.
And that change, that very subtle shift in outlook, is huge for me. Huge.