What makes you carry on?

The other day a tractor pulled out in front of me in a small roundabout. I got really annoyed thinking why did he do that? There was no cars behind me, so letting me pas first would have been a nice gesture. As I got closer, I could see the number plate ended with 118. The date of this Sunday, where I have promised myself to set myself free and no longer hanging on to Plan B and the safety net it comes with. As I later drove the same way to pick up my children, the same tractor pulled out in front of me – again! What are the odds? Anyway today it happened again, same tractor, but this time, there was a small car between me and the tractor. Continue reading “What makes you carry on?”