I’m sitting at my desk in my apartment in Amager overlooking a stunning snow covered tree. I have a mound of photo images from work on my desktop from my new job as a social media editor. I have a diary full of exciting adventures and Christmas parties with some of my favourite people.
There’s an old saying that goes ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’.
This is the first time in my life I disagree with that statement. If I don’t die from this winter I’ll certainly come out the other side a lot weaker, more feeble, with a fresh dose of cyclephobia (fear of riding a bike), with snow bitten fingers and toes that I fear will never fully recover. Continue reading