Two years ago, my life took an almighty pause. All the more almighty for being totally out of the blue.
One minute, I was hurling myself at life hell for leather, leaping out of bed before dawn, and crawling back late at night. In the working hours in between, I would resemble the main character in a particularly frenetic kind of video game, ricocheting from task to task, dodging obstacles, clearing hurdles, avoiding explosions, and spinning twenty plates (or was it 25?) while tap dancing on the desk. Or so it felt.
I loved every damned second of it.