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.
When it comes to knowing what my career is, well, I don’t. I know that sounds ridiculous, like a frog that can matchmake with the help of marzipan and some berries; but it’s true.
Within seconds I was whisking him over a nearby railing and onto safety. What a relief! Crowds cheered. Women threw underwear. Men slapped my back; an elderly woman baked me a cake and a man without legs suddenly found the inspiration to tap dance.
I have a brilliant opportunity to have even more special people enter my life. Hopefully, I’ll get the chance to have a positive effect on theirs too. I’ll know people this time next year that I haven’t even met yet: we all will. How brilliantly exciting is that?
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.
Mistletoe by it’s very festive nature is something to be shared. The question I have is this: When? When should mistletoe be shared and, whilst we’re on the subject of questions: When actually is “Christmastime”?
I nodded them a friendly, “Alright?”. The teenagers, in turn, looked at me with a sort of, well, glare…
It has been a while since I blogged but something happened today which left me compelled. Much in the same way Phil Collins was compelled to write following his otherwise problem-free trip to heaven, I have been compelled to share my feelings due to a woman. One solitary woman.
Of course, all year round, it is right that we remember those less fortunate than us. What irks me when the snow falls is that, year after year, one group is left out of the equation…