My wife gave me half an apple as a lunchtime snack two years ago. Here is what I think about it now.

Two years ago my wife went through a very brief phase of making lunches for me to take to work.

I can’t say I’ve ever been bothered about anyone making me lunch before. It’s my lunch, I should make it myself. Who else would make my lunch but me?

I am not as stupid as I look, act, or sound however. So when my wife decided she was going to start making my lunches, I did exactly what my mother spent 21 years telling me to do - I shut the fuck up.

Until, that is, the day of the half apple.

I’m not saying we’re rich. We aren’t. Of course we aren’t. But I think we can about stretch to a full apple.

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Journey

"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about my own journey. My journey through life, through my career, through parenthood and marriage.

I find myself worrying. Rapidly racing towards 40, having an entry level job with no money in the bank… where is this journey taking me? Where is my Lambo?

I watch videos online - people saying how easy it is to make a million dollars sitting on your toilet, people who joke educate their children and wipe their arses with £50 notes. I think to myself, “this isn’t fair. This is not fair.” but of course when the social media haze clears I understand this isn’t real. These people are charlatans and con artists. Of course they are. But…

Some people have Lambo’s.

Not me. But some people.

And so I bounce from dreams and ideas of making enough money to jack in my day job and work for myself, to feelings of inadequacy and depression - no I can’t. I’m too stupid, to inept, too cowardly.

Here is the end of this story; I die alone, without any money in my pocket, having slaved away 9-5, 5 days a week, to make someone else rich.

but you know, that’s okay. Today.

Tomorrow, it probably won’t feel that way. But today it’s okay.

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