It’s weird to think I was meant to be flying back home today. Who would have thought that a pandemic would hit the world and my airline would cancel flights until further notice. But no complaints from me. There are rarely complaints from me. A lot of people keep checking in, reaching out with tentative tendrils, asking how I feel about not being able to fly back for now. Am I ok? Am I stressed? Am I sad?
I appreciate the sentiment so much. And these are the wonderful types of people who don’t say things like ‘oh you must feel [insert externally imposed feeling here]’, they first ask how you feel about it in order to gauge how to react. That is beauty.
But I do have to keep reassuring people I’m fine. Honestly. I’m happy. I’m happy whatever. If there were flights I would have gone back. But there aren’t so I won’t. Either way, I’m having a great time! And I’ll endeavour to make the best of my time in one way or another. Whether that’s writing or playing playstation or reading or watching movies or writing/playing music or trying to work out how the hell you do latte art (srsly, how! Any baristas out there with any hot tips?)
I passed some of my time by being a guest on a podcast which was fun. If you’re at all interested, you can listen to it here:
You should also be able to find it on all your fave podcast platforms by searching “100+ Jen Taylor”.
It’s about the importance of talking about cancer and opening the conversation, and the many things that come with that.
The podcast is a follow on from the ‘100 Stories’ book that was published by the host last year, of which I am story #100.
Ahead of the podcast, Helena put my section online in case anyone wants to read it. You can find it here:
By the way, I did make a flying duck in my coffee today so maybe I’m getting better?
(Note: it was almost entirely a fluke)