WHY YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD
I’ve never grown up. I have never put away childish things. I am deeply immature. These are things I celebrate. They allow me to play. They allow me to be creative. And I have never needed that silliness more than I do now. I have aged at least a decade since You Know What* confined my life to a shadow of its former self. The irony was that this was the year when I’d promised myself that I’d get back out there after several years forsaking a social life in order to do my Creative Writing MA and work to support that —writing and teaching my fitness classes and 'beasting' my personal training clients who had day jobs. I’m no spring chicken. I also have chronic asthma, so, even though I’m much fitter than many my age, I’ve been told by my GP to be very cautious and advised by the government to shield. So, I rarely leave the flat. When I go for a walk, the number of people I see on London streets ignoring the rules freaks me out and makes my chest tighten with fear, so it