Life doesn’t always do what you want it to do. What you expect it to do. What you dig your fingernails into your palms and draw blood from your lips and feel choked deep in your throat needing/longing/hoping for it to do.
Sometimes you wake up and find that a friendship has disappeared, slowly but surely. And even though it was a matter of paths diverging, it still aches in your throat like you’ve swallowed a pincushion with the needles pointing out. (Until you realise you’ve gained far stronger friendships in the meantime, and then the needles dissolve like toffee.)
Sometimes you come home from an event feeling mortified because something you said may have been dreadfully misinterpreted, and you wish you had Hermione’s Time-Turner so that you could go back and make it better (saving Buckbeak in the process, of course).
Sometimes you trip over a completely flat surface and simply cannot work out what went wrong beneath your feet.
Sometimes you find yourself curled up on the couch with your fists pressed into your stomach as you cry in anger because cancer is brutal devastation and you want it to go away, you want it to go away, you want it to go away and leave him alone.
Sometimes you have dozens upon dozens of emails to reply to and you wish you could let everyone know that you aren’t meaning to be rude and you truly cherish each word, but you’d very much like an eighth day of the week just for emails, please.
Sometimes you forget that your oven doesn’t work and so you dance around the kitchen making white chocolate peanut butter cherry blondies, and they come out of the oven rock-hard on top and completely uncooked within.
So you simply bite your thumb (in the manner of Montagues and Capulets) at life’s twists and turns, leave the uncooked blondies at home*, and buy a packet of cookies and fizzy-make-feel-good to take to your Australia Day party. And then you sit drinking Pimm’s and eating chips under the Safe Tent made of blankets clothes-pinned to the Hills Hoist, and you laugh with the other sun-warmed lizard-people at the more energetic folk chasing each other in endless circles around the house with water guns and hoses.
And in that moment, everything feels okay again.
* Later heating the gooey squares up in the microwave to eat topped with soy ice cream. Uncooked, schmuncooked.