Yesterday felt like navigating a minefield. I think there are two ways to get through: you can either tiptoe carefully, planning every step while the sweat beads across your forehead, or you can just pelt it and hope for the best.
I'm more of a tiptoer, I think. I'd rather not get blown up in a tirade of angry conversations.
I got to the end feeling relieved and exhausted, having managed to successfully organise something without too many people wanting to throttle me.
There is time yet I suppose.
Do you remember that game, Minesweeper? There was always a point at which you had to guess where the bombs were; it wasn't possible to work it out, you had to just pick a square and hope it wasn't a mine. I remember a sort of crushing despair at getting it wrong.
I guess that's why I'm a tiptoer.
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