Three good things:
- East coast sunshine
- Tune swapping with your new flatmate
- The satisfying burn of tired muscles after walking far
There’s only three things you can do when you find out your mum has got cancer.
1, have an emotional breakdown (which I considered), 2, pretend everything is 100% grand (my natural and automatic reaction, which may lead to point 1), or 3, find a middle ground somewhere between the two, start button bashing on your blog again to try and make sense of the sudden madness of your life, and write down three good things about each day to remind yourself there’s still positivity in the world.