The moment I start to think about doing something new (and mostly important) – a whole squad of expectations bursts onto the scene (like Micah Richards did many times), setting up camp in my head before I’ve even taken a single step. My brain hitches a ride on a time machine, races into the future, designs the “perfect” outcome and then presents it to me as the only acceptable reality. And me? I’m still back here, figuring out which foot to put forward first. Such self-imposed blueprints with vivid imaginings of how things should go arrive so fully formed that… […] continue reading