The last few weeks have been pretty intense here, with a big change happening in our family unit, and some tricky business challenges to overcome. In fact, the best way I can think to describe it is that I feel like I’ve been living in a washing machine. And not on one of those gentle, 30-minute hand wash cycles either - a full-on white cotton towels setting.
And the extra rinse at the end.
But as I sit here now as the washing machine makes those funny clicking noises before the door catch is released, I can be confident of two things :
1. I’m cleaner (obviously I would have preferred stronger but it’s not a perfect analogy), and
2. I always knew that the cycle had to come to an end at some point, however agitated things got….