SmileyPete

I’d start at the Cape of Good Hope and head north to Morocco, across to Spain and up and across Europe to Finland.

Many, many miles of driving, good music, fun and laughter, hopefully with the woman I adore.

It’ll never happen, I’m sure, but it remains a dream.

I had a lovely email from a man called Newton today. He said:

“Hey, told me that you have been depressed of being fat, or not being able to fit into your clothes.”

I don’t know anyone called Newton, nor have I told anyone how depressed I am at being overweight. Except Mom and my Pastor. Maybe they gave Newton my email address.

He went on to say:

“and formal ragged about the lower
by. television Let us come among you in peace.
meat at me in important surprise.”

He seems to be a very wise man. I might email him back.

I believe, in my heart, that I am not as worthy as others.

But in my head, I know I am.

I just need my heart to talk to my head, and start believing.