Me. You. Coffee.

Randomly last week I bumped into an old friend.

Against my better judgement I broke down in front of them. The failings of the last few years. 

It all just came pouring out of me. My work, my relationships, the debt I’m carrying. 

Never have I felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, so ridiculous. 

But there was also this sense of freedom. A weight was lifted.

Obviously I apologised. The look on their face was a mix of fear and concern but instead of turning away they just held me.

Words aren’t always important. Sometimes all you need is a hug.

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A throw back to English in primary school this week. I couldn’t see a story jumping out at me from the photograph (pressure of it being mine, perhaps?) so instead I wrote RAINBOW down the side of the page and went from there.

Hey, Listen

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