If I were to hit pause and take stock in that which is my life, I can say that surprisingly so: this has been wonderful. Even in those trying moments when there wasn’t a chance of getting up. Somehow in someway we manage.
The end is not complete without a beginning. I have been tough on myself like a parent expecting more. Never easing off the pressure. Saying, ‘one more lap or give it more than a best shot. Give it all. All that you’ve got’. Sometimes I want to scream at my own ambition.
‘Leave me alone, I am sorted at normal. I don’t need more’. Then I look up from the step and then I shout, ‘fine ok let me try again’. Flipping pages and skipping to a melody that makes me chuckle at my own absurd challenges. It’s a game I play with no one else. Let’s go out and see what could happen.