Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard I can feel it through your hands. There’s so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain it’s like rocket fuel. Right now you could run faster and you can fight harder. You can jump higher than ever in your life and you are so alert it’s like you can slow down time.
What’s wrong with scared? Scared is a superpower! Your superpower! There is danger in this room. And guess what? It’s you.
I just woke up to the fact that I am currently standing in the middle of a ring of tigers pulling tails as hard as I can. As a result, the worse could come to the worst any day, or not…
If it ever does I want you to know that my mind is titanium when I need it to be and my last thought on earth will be an absolute conviction that my little sisters have a plate of kileshe waiting for me and are popping the cardamom in my tea so I must not delay and be late.
However, the following are clues as to which tiger might have run out of patience first (in strictly chronological order):
I apologise for the “ranting” quality in some of them…but do you have any idea how scared I am when I write them?
But I keep writing them anyway.