Oh… *taps mic* is, uh, is this thing on?
Hello, reader. It’s been a while, I know. I won’t bore you with details and ramblings but know that I’m back, although I am still figuring out what exactly that means. So. No breath holding, ‘kay?
I’ve been wanting to write about bravery and Winnie the Pooh and a letter to my future self of sorts for quite some time (blog post that’s been sat in my drafts for months, yes, I see you) and instead of agonising on how to exactly do that and how long it’ll end up being, I’m simply going to try. Because, first lesson for future me, sometimes trying is the bravest thing you can do. What’s the worst that could happen? You fall on your face (metaphorically or otherwise – although, please, don’t face plant the kerb again) or your voice shakes or your face goes red or everything feels like it’s broken and unmanageable and never-ending? Granted, the last one is slightly bigger than the others, but even then, it won’t last forever. It can’t. Regardless of how long the bad times might last, it can’t stop small pockets of goodness shining in between.
Which, neatly, leads me to my main point; Winnie the Pooh, friendship, and bravery. Continue reading “Winnie the Pooh, Friendship, and Bravery”