Cancelled strikes, delayed trains and the pain of daylight savings

source : unsplash/Bart Christiaanse

I can be a perfectionist because if I am not I become a slob. People tell me I'm too hard on myself, conscientious and to tell you the truth I cry too much.

I care too much.

I try so hard to please and yet there is this dichotomy; I act carelessly. I change my mind too often and opt to discuss dangerous topics.

As a journalist, I am intrigued by the mysteries of life and also constantly disturbed when things go wrong.

Last week I booked my train but it had cancelled on me and so I had to buy another ticket which was twice as expensive. My second ticket would have made me enter Euston by 4 but unfortunately, I was delayed by two hours.

At first, I was quite mad but later I understood the cause of the delay, someone got hit by a train. I felt this was a special moment of reflection. I realised that though I was desperate to enter London, I was blessed with my health and found it necessary to pray for the broken.

I also learnt later that the strikes were cancelled which was news to my ears as they've become really inconvenient so much so that I had to speak to verified train twitter accounts and they were as helpful as they could be.

I had a brilliant weekend which I have the mind to tell you about in another post, as well as an in-depth article about the news of the cancelling train strikes, not just this piece of my spilling out my feelings onto a page.

But for now, I will say this, I dislike winter and I hate daylight savings. It's horrible to return home and be surrounded by darkness.

I found myself very uncomfortable; I was alone.

My dad was meant to pick me up at 7 but he was at church and if you know Ethiopians they are never on time. After being approached by a man who seemed to be trying to pick me up, I rushed outside to catch the bus home.

Again I am realising how difficult it is being a woman today. I know I shouldn't think this but I'm afraid to anger and disappoint men as I don't know what they'll do. I'm sure they wouldn't believe me when I tell them I am in a relationship as it's an excuse most single women use.

I am in a relationship and yet when men approach me I am afraid to say it, fearing they take it the wrong way and take it out on me.