You know how you know the devil is liar? When he has your GPS send you to 3 different, very out of the way locations and has you running 45 minutes late in the hopes that you will head back home and miss the truth bombs being dropped at book club. Luckily I’m made of tenacious stuff…and large chunks of FOMO, so I eventually found my way to where I was “post to be” and it was a goodie.
This time last year I was in a dark and aimless space. The previous year before (2014) had left off on a rather horrendous note and honestly, aside from relief at seeing the back of it, I mostly felt mountains of trepidation for the 12 months panned out right in front of me. . The thought of the blank canvas that was 2015 filled me with dread. Lots of dread. I had no purpose. I had no intentions. I was just exhausted.
Imagine you’re sitting in your favourite cafe and you spot the most delicious cake on display and it looks quite spectacular. You call your waiter over and place an order for a generous slice and sit in gleeful anticipation. Now just imagine your waiter comes over with a large plate, embossed with the most beautifully intricate design, and sitting in the middle of this plate are 5 crumbs. Yes. Crumbs.