Is halfway through a good place to be or a bad place to be?
Halfway out of darkness, half into the light.
But do you always know that you are halfway through or can you only know this looking back when it’s over?
Is even calling something “halfway” the sign of an optimist, or the sign of someone desperate to put a marker up to say that even though there is still some way to go, there’s a measureable space that’s gone and past?
I was in Oxford on Friday at a meeting for Making Families Count. We were there to discuss what we’re doing to get ready for next year. There was the usual mixture of everyone talking and lots of laughs, some moments so acutely painful, some statements that made your hair stand on end and some moments desperately sad and hilariously funny. But as I came away…
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