Confessions of a Forty-Something F**k Up

by Alexandra Potter

In hospital, time slows right down. Outside normal life moves at a frantic pace, hands on a clock jumping whole hours since you last checked, but within these walls, time sags and stalls. What can feel like an hour is only five minutes. It’s like in The Matrix, only not nearly as much fun.

I’m grateful for: So many things right now, but if there’s one thing life-and-death moments teach you, it’s not to give a fuck about how many KitKats you eat.

People always talk about happy endings, but I think it should be happy beginnings. Who wants to talk about endings when ahead is a brand new year, stretching out before you. One filled with infinite possibilities and wonderful new opportunities and decisions to be made and doubts to be had and a whole lot of love to be explored. And a forty-something who’s still making this up as she goes along.