If you were cautiously side-eyeing the Obituaries section of the news to make sure my name wasn’t there, I’d like to now assure you I am still very much alive.
Your life looks like so much fun, the message began. I’ve been following you for a while and I’m so jealous! I wish my life was like yours.
So, I’m going to ask a favour of you: Please don’t exploit our friendship.
Elbow to elbow, we took turns mixing salads and cutting desserts or passing plates to the next in line.
Forget about distance. Forget about time. Forget about whatever it is that’s holding you back and just start.
There’s no shortcut. No magic pill. No single exercise or activity to fix it – it’s never-ending, a gift, and, frankly, it’s a massive responsibility.
The truth is I disliked my first bite of cloud bread. It was eggy and spongy, and I just couldn’t imagine eating it with much of anything. Luckily, I’m a glutton for punishment and I was going to give it another shot.