Becky Stuckey: Dig deep... tomorrow is another day

Torbay Weekly

Well, here we are in September. The nights are drawing in and there is a damp chilly feel to the evenings.

Hallowe'en costumes are in the shops, the children are heading back to school and the shorts and flip flops being packed away until next year.

It’s all about school in our house this year - GCSEs for my eldest and the 11-plus for my youngest.

I can see it will be a year of endless tears and tantrums, screams about how much they hate school and why do they need to do these stupid exams anyway.

If you need me between now and June, I’ll be hiding in a corner with a bottle of wine and my headphones in!

I’m the first to moan about how quickly Christmas comes along because the shops start selling Christmas paraphernalia in August, but this year I’m actually looking forward to it, especially new year.

This has been a difficult and unpleasant year for me professionally and I am looking forward to a fresh start in 2022.

At times I have wanted to throw the towel in. However, like at Tough Mudder a few weeks ago, I dug deep and kept going and, despite it all, managed to complete year one of my masters, an achievement I really did not think I would complete.

I am a little proud of myself and just want to say to anyone who is struggling, you will get through it... dig deep, tomorrow is another day.

There is so much misery in the world, I am constantly astounded at how humans can be so cruel and so easily hurt one another.

What makes someone wake up in the morning and set out to cause the damage they do?

And why is it that there seems to be an ever-expanding list of excuses as to why nothing can be done about those people and those they hurt just need to ‘get on with it'?

Why is that fair? It isn’t, but it just seems to be the way it is these days.

A sad reflection on human beings and the world we live in.