As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
This forest wasn’t going to stop me getting to where I wanted to be; where I needed to be. The leaves flew by, the branches smacked my body as I dashed past them and the twigs below my feet crackled and snapped with my gathering pace. I was winning this battle. Human versus nature. Desire versus defeat. Nothing could beat me… until something leapt out from behind a tree.
Confidence is a strange thing, isn’t it? In certain situations it can be there in abundance and, in others, it seemingly crawls away to leave you exposed and shy; the metaphorical pair of trousers in the worryingly realistic dream of school assemblies.
“HI sexy, it’s Leigh. I saw you and you sound HOT. Wud luv to chat. Txt me.” Well, there was nothing in that message that could possibly lead me to be mistaken: Leigh wanted me to text her.
I nodded them a friendly, “Alright?”. The teenagers, in turn, looked at me with a sort of, well, glare…
In some gyms, I have been informed, you can meet new, fun and exciting people. Imagine! “I could make a girl on a treadmill laugh,” I have thought, “If things go really well, I could amuse a stranger in the sauna. She’d probably like that.”
“As I set out, I couldn’t have been less aware of the love story that was about to unfold. Little did I know what was about to happen…”
Have you ever lost your phone? If so, I sympathise. I sympathise greatly. I’d text you to say how much I sympathise but