Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
I was armoured up. I had put a load of washing on. Tick. I was wearing my running gear, to ensure that I would go for a run later. Tick. The fear of becoming one of those people who wear active wear but who don’t actually engage in strenuous physical activity would far outweigh the lack of motivation to run. I had set myself up at the kitchen table surrounded by teetering piles of paper – work, life admin, to do lists. Excellent. Safe and secure. Do as I have always done. Feel nice and productive. Missed out on Gunnas. Probably a good thing as, really, I have so much to do. Just look around me. Then ping. An email from Dev ‘YES!! SICK PERSON!!!! COME! 10am’. Safety extinguished. A pause in time, fear pushes through. The excuses begin immediately. Oh, I’ll be late. I’m not ready. I’m not prepared. Ping. A text message this time ‘JUMP IN THE CAR’. Fuck it. I defiantly refuse to change out of my active wear and dismiss my piles of paper, mentally torching them as I lock the front door behind me. I do as invited. What a gift.