oh, shitloads of stuff!
Some of it really a lot less critical than the other stuff. Some of the stuff I'm not thinking about and is on the back burner, I really need to prioritise. But that's always the way, isn't it? I'm going la-la-la and getting sidetracked by the fact that I want/need to lose a stone and a half in order to get back into size 14 clothes, when actually I ought to be ringing round some roofers to sort out our many and varied damp issues before they get any worse, and trying to sit my recalcitrant parents down for a grown up chat about their very complex financial/property situation.
-weight (fixable, just dull/hard to do it)
-no pension apart from state one (head in sand)
-13 yr old son with severe autism/LDs, getting violent, already too strong for either of us to control if he's being stubborn, despite existing on fresh air and the odd crisp
-older child getting depressed about GCSEs despite being really very bright and doing well at mocks, etc. Concerned about MH there.
-Parents and their intractable personal situation. Massive unexploded bomb there, ticking away.
-perimeno loss of what libido I ever had, testogel making bugger-all difference.
-roof/house in worrying state of disrepair
-having difficulty getting on with my side hustle and have an exhibition to make stuff for
-joint and back pain becoming increasing problem, GP was crap, NHS and private physio didn't help, pilates helps with stiffness but not pain, and I can't accept that at 50, this is my lot in life and walks are just not a thing for me any more.
But that aside - nobody I love has died yet. We have a (leaky) roof over our heads and enough money to heat it, buy food and go out, and on holiday. We have a car. We have a nice view. We have lovely cats
and as far as I know, we're all broadly healthy. For all of that, I'm grateful.
to those battling with much worse issues.