Jonathan Livingstone Seagull is now only in my thoughts rather than hanging in my office, although I do have a photograph of him on my computer desktop and phone wallpaper. This year, more than ever before, I have relied on my seagull Jonathon, or at least the meaning of what he stands for, and I miss his physical presence.
I have refused to let the doubters have their way and stop me from advocating and having a voice. However, I do remain stunned, shocked, and totally blown away by the cruelty and meanness of those so-called ‘close family and friends’ who lied about me… and worse, who ‘chose to remain anonymous’. I’m even sadder now that I know who some of them are. Yes, I am definitely coming back as a vet, as too often people are overrated; but I suspect the very tangible jealousy and vitriol of others will continue to cause me deep grief, and haunt, hurt and astound me for some time to come.
On the other side of the coin, the goodness of the majority of people continues to amaze me, so focusing on them and my work is healthier than worrying about a few really rotten eggs.
And I’ll be very glad when next February arrives, as my seagull will return to his rightful place in my office.