Most days I am charmed to death and encouraged by the young. But far too often I worry about what is going to become of too many of the ‘lucky’.
There are some things in life that underwhelm. Either the anticipation is too great or the myth around them creates unrealistic expectation- I call this the Mona Lisa Syndrome.
What I did last week surpassed any expectation I ever had.
A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.
It made my heart race.
It scared the wits out of me.
It left me confused
It was this.