The next morning, around 8am, the doorbell rang, Jeremy was woken up and decided to just leave it. Madeline had a key, and anyone else could just leave a note if it was that important. But the doorbell kept ringing. Four times it rang, until Jeremy heard the door being opened. He sprang out of bed just wearing his boxer shorts and he burst onto the upstairs landing, to see Madeline walking in with her key in the door, followed by Dr Fobwell. “I’m so sorry about this, perhaps they are asleep,” Madeline said, as she shut the door behind them. “I’ll go up and see if they are awake.”
I was lost thinking that my thoughts were the answers to everything.
The way out of trouble.
The way out of the mess of thinking seemed to be to
just keep thinking.
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I wonder how much time I’ve wasted
worrying about things that either didn’t happen or didn’t matter.
I wonder how much time I’ve spent dreading or resisting things that I was always going to do, regardless.
They say time you enjoyed wasting was never wasted.
Perhaps I enjoyed it all.
Perhaps we all do.
The drama can be addictive.
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Are you too hard on yourself?
Most people are.
Surely we should be perfect.
Surely we should handle everything flawlessly,
without ever messing up or being lazy.
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