The Year of Doing Scary Things
How I Ended Up in Manchester on a Saturday Night
This is my year of doing scary things.
That wasn’t the plan, exactly. But somewhere along the line - maybe when I started saying yes to things that made me instinctively recoil, or when I realised I was getting a bit too comfortable saying “nah, maybe next time” - it became the theme.
Not huge things, necessarily. Not skydiving or scaling Everest. Just th…
