Whilst washing the dishes, I wanted to put a plate I had finished rinsing on the drying rack but I wasn’t looking so I hit it on the rack instead, and in my head I said “I’m sorry”. It was instinctive, I didn’t think about it, I didn’t hesitate.
I found *Sam Smith’s cover of Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car and I think I know what love is now. I’m almost certain. *If you want to feel the love too… My battery is on 10%. My charger is less than a minute’s stretch, but I think that’s too much for me.
New job? Put it as a Life Event on Facebook. Growing a baby bump? Put updates on Instagram. Broke up with your boyfriend? Express your woes in 140 characters.
This isn’t going to be a typical Season’s Greetings but more like a wake up call, well I hope it will be. And I want to keep it short.