Poetic Post #14: Ups and Downs

Hello again, everyone - and to my newest subscribers, welcome!

Last week, I failed to stick to my self-imposed schedule of posting a poem every Tuesday.

Normally, this would have really bothered me, but truth be told, my Substack wasn’t high on my priority list last week.

Our household was struggling with stomach bugs (great fun, would thoroughly recommend - and if you want to pick one up yourself, join a nursery!), and the stress of trying to get over the line a property sale/purchase that’s been going on since July is starting to get the better of me.

I keep reminding myself that it (the house move, not the stomach bug) will all be worth it in the end, and it will. We’ll have a garden for our daughter to run around in, and a place to park the car, and I’ll have a dedicated writing space – little things that we’re currently missing where we currently live in Brighton and are looking forward to. There's only one outstanding issue holding everything up, so you never know, we might even exchange tomorrow! Then again, we might not! Right now, your guess is as good as mine.

This drawn-out process (my flat first went on the market in April 2023) has proved full of ups and downs.

Much like a writing career.

And parenthood.

And life generally, of course.

Which brings me nicely onto today’s poem, which, funnily enough, is called Ups and Downs.

It’s fairly self-explanatory, and I can’t remember what exactly inspired it, so I’ll say nothing further other than I hope that you’ll enjoy reading it – and that you might share it, if you do.

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