When I was young, my dad used to stand and wait for me in the sweet shop for over half an hour. For 10 years, every week on a Wednesday, he used to take me to piano lessons and then to the sweet shop to buy me a chocolate bar. He’d wait patiently for me to make my mind up, never hurrying me, never telling me which one to buy! But all that choice! How is a little girl supposed to decide?!!!
I’m still like that sometimes. Looking at all the choices the world has to offer and waiting for one of them to just jump out and say ‘pick me’. Like there’s one magic choice that is perfect and ‘right’. So many ideas, so many choices; WHAT IF I GET IT WRONG?!!!Read More›