Last Thursday my Dad had an operation. It was only supposed to be four hours long, so when the surgeon hadn’t reported back after four and a half hours… I began to worry. After five hours, I started googling surgery complications and other reasons why it might have been delayed. After six hours I started panicking … More The Problem With Worrying
I’m not a fan of interviews. If someone asks me a question, I don’t take a deep breath, I don’t stop and think, I don’t spend two minutes planning my answer. No, I’m a chatterer. I’ll immediately start talking at super fast speed, simultaneous to my brain whirring away, quickly trying to recall my planned … More In A Tizzy Over An Interview
I sit there on my sofa knowing a decision is being made about me at this very moment. A room full of people who’ve only briefly met me (if at all) have the power to make the biggest ruling about my life. To them it will be about facts and results and statistics. It will … More The Decision
