Fighting the H.A.G.
"The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli One of the reasons I was happy to start this blog was to have a space to be personal, open and vulnerable. A good outlet while I don’t have many sounding boards around me physically. But things have not been great recently so I haven't been posting because I didn't want to complain, or wallow in self pity, or be a downer. Also, there are people who take offense to it, or think I'm being hard on Africa/Tanzania and her culture. (Which is NOT my intention!) So for those reasons among others, I've remained a bit silent. But I had this interesting congealment of thought, that of course happened in that magical time when you're lying in bed, late and night and not sleeping. A few weeks ago I was in my usual sleepless state, staring at the curtains. I have one of those brains that likes to break things down to their skeletal state to understand them better (I’m an outline lover!) and I came to the realization that I ...