This is a statue of Winston Churchill.
It stands in Nathan Phillips Square.
As the title of this blog says,
this is exactly how I feel.
All broody and crapped on.
I can't seem to shake it.
I've been feeling like this for a few weeks now.
Although I can't really pinpoint what the cause is,
I know it's likely the simple fact that it's June.
June, for some reason, has become a stressful month for me.
Mainly because my birthday is coming up.
Which is always a reflective time for me.
Not always a positive reflection, mind you.
Instead, it's usually a reminder of what I haven't accomplished.
I know I shouldn't dwell on the negatives.
After all, I'm the one always telling others to be positive.
But it's difficult to keep your baton twirling
when others are raining on your parade.
Unfortunately, all the naysayers are currently people close to me.
And it would be hurtful,
to tell them to sod off.
As much as I want to,
Oh, I shout it all the time in my head.
But my mouth stays closed.
Maybe if I said it politely.
With a smile.
It wouldn't seem so offensive.
Yeah, you're right.