It’s been a funny couple of weeks. I’ve felt like it’s impossible to keep the all of the balls up in the air but I’m pretty sure no one really wants to read a blog post of me moaning about how sometimes I can’t manage the basics of my incredibly privileged and easy life. Then I don’t write anything – which of course adds to the feeling that I’m not on top of everything. When I was actually hiding in the kitchen eating biscuits this came to me in response to The Prompt. This one’s definitely autobiographical – it turns out I’ve been a secret eater for a while!
Hiding in the kitchen stealing from the biscuit tin,
6 year old me,
15 year old me,
39 year old me.
Everything changes and nothing changes.