2017

Stresses that I am under at the moment: 

1. The ex-wife that won’t settle with me, so I can’t move on. Truthfully she scares me in an odd way. I’d very much prefer her out of my mind. 

2. My daughter’s mother is planning to steal my daughter interstate, against my daughter’s will. I will then get to see my daughter just once every now and again. I have to take it to court. 

3. Work; it’s looking sound for a while. But I have some major strategic initiatives that I have to execute and I’m not that interested any more. Actually I’m bored shitless and the stuff I have on the side, it too is boring. I’m over business and tech, it seems.

4. Brisbane. I very much want to move to Brisbane full time to be with Nic. I’m not sure how to pull it off until I can sell the business 

5. Nic. She really is wonderful, as are her kids, but I’m scared that if I can’t make it work with her, them I’m pretty fucking useless and I may as well retire to that trailer park.

6. I’m in a funk and having troubles getting out of it. Really having troubles.

What’s going well?

1. Work, as per above could be a lot worse. 

2. Friends; I’ve whittled them down to the keepers.

3. Fear and loathing; consumer madness. It’s under control and will on the way to quasi isolation from the froth and slobber around me. 

4. Communications; my desire to write and talk and be an admired smart person has dwindled to almost nothing. This is liberating. 

5. Means; I still have them and this buys liberty.

6. Lola, what a great kid. 

7. Mum and dad; still healthy. 

Oddly, I’m grumpy and occasionally angry too. I can tell from my reaction to road bicycle car madness.

My mission for 2017….

1. Sort out Joanne 

2. Sell BT Imaging 

3. Move to Brisbane 

4. Secure Lola’s custody or buy a place in Ocean Shores 

5. Figure out a new mission in life that isn’t business or technology. Lola suggests that I become a private detective. Its the best idea yet. 

Oddly, just writing this has helped. A lot.