I AM CONSTANTLY told that I must slow down rather than doing everything at rapid speed. I read fast, I cook fast, I walk fast and I talk fast. Not that it gets me anywhere of particular interest. In fact, it’s too often a hindrance, but I seem to be set to a certain velocity.
PHOTOGRAPH: JENNY LEWIS
Which, now that a new year is beckoning, is perhaps the time to make a resolution to take things more slowly. Actually, it wasn’t my plan at all. The universe decided to take things in hand: She didn’t exactly keep quiet about it; She’s been shouting Her head o~ all year. In the past 12 months, my mum died, my dad died, my elderly and beloved cat died, I broke my foot and then I broke my wrist. OK, universe, point taken.