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Facing fear

This morning, after this blessed week of absolute boredom, I went back to work.
As I left the house, the shadow of the pain I had had last weekend made itself felt.

I thought it best to do the three floors of the underground at a fast pace, all via stairs, something I had never done before, at least part of which I have always allowed myself to do on the escalator.
I reached the top and realised I had done them quite happily, without much effort, perhaps less than usual.
I do not tolerate living in fear, even the vaguest fear.

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