The last few weeks have seen my independence increase as myself and Amy have spent more time apart, as our lives have been filling up more, which is fantastic!
Not the spending time apart, but building up independence. I do two mornings in the office a week, comprising six hours, which feels fantastic to do a small resemblance of my job. As I've mentioned before, I'm extremely lucky in my job; a fact I appreciate more after my bleed. I can't wait to increase my hours and take a bigger step towards my pre-bleed job/life.
Last weekend saw the start of the rugby season, which began with a 53-6 defeat for Gloucester at champions Northampton, on Friday night, which I watched at home on television. Northampton are the geographical rivals of my hometown club, Leicester Tigers, despite being an hour down the M1.
More importantly, the new campaign got underway on Saturday for Gloucestershire's clubs, unfortunately Cinderford and Hartpury suffered opening-day defeats.
I, however, was not at any of these matches as I covered Old Centralians against Bracknell in National Three South West, which felt fantastic, as Cents won 29-20!
As much as I want Gloucestershire's clubs to do as well as possible, the actual result did not matter to me, as it just felt good to step up my graded return by reporting on a match.
Up until now, every Sunday I have spent in the office, helping read and check what we call: "The Pink Un" which is a sporting supplement that comes out every Monday, with comprehensive coverage of all local teams in their respective sports. I cannot wait to be more involved in this process.
When I first began at the Citizen and Echo, in 2008, the "Pink Un" had come to an end, but now it is back, which I'm delighted about.
As I've mentioned before, sports journalists are the biggest sports fans, so we have the best jobs in the world; I cannot wait to be more involved.
But every journey starts with the first step, and it felt great to be back on the sideline, reporting on a local rugby club.
As I've mentioned before, I'm not allowed to drive again until Christmas, so Amy must take me to matches and stand with me, come rain or shine.
She insists she loves rugby now, but whether she does or not does not matter, I'm just grateful she is willing to put up with my love of the sport, and has 'pretty much' learned all the laws.
We did talk though about my independence and the difference from last year. We did in fact go to this same game last year as a way to keep me involved and practice my skills, in the hope to return to work.
I don't remember this game experience but on the way to the ground Amy was telling me stories of a year ago. We had to stop the car every so often on route there for me to have a big crisis of confidence as to whether I could do it. We had many a 'freak out' over being around other people. I think I have mentioned before that thankfully these crippling moments of utter fear are diminishing.
This year nerves were replaced with excitement. I felt up to the challenge and eager to give a good report. A massive change from last year. Although I need Amy to drive me I did not need her as a shield to the world. I was confident enough to walk in ahead of her, to make small talk with the spectators and confidence in my journalistic skills.
I cannot wait to make more strides in building my independence.