Growing pains

Some of us race forward into new worlds, squealing with joy. And some of us repeat the pattern of our 5-year-old selves, facing the first day of school by refusing to leave the car, clinging to the driving wheel, and screaming. Yes. (My poor Mum is still recovering.)

Even now, all these years later, knowing that I have to get out into unknown territory, I still find myself sitting in the car and clinging to the wheel, and I just - don’t - want - to - go...