I can hear myself think again. It has been a long time.

“Stop chasing an impossibility”, I told myself 2 hours before the big party I was throwing to celebrate my RCA and scholarship victory. And as soon as I said the words, I realised I needed to hear them, if not for the first time then, at least 5 years ago. I do this to myself repeatedly – and unnecessarily – keep wanting the “perfectness” of every situation; I need to be able to let go. Because at the end, what matters is that the moment is enjoyable, and not ‘perfect’. I must prepare for my wedding – I can see it becoming the biggest‘event’ in my life I need to be ‘perfect’. At least I have the time !

Reading fiction can be addicting – a chance for an escape, an alternate universe – described by those whose livelihood depends on the skill of narration. Reality seems to feel dull and slow once you’re hooked.