Today's Reading
CHAPTER ONE
There are some things that would be so useful in modern life, I often wonder why nobody has bothered inventing them yet. With so many clever people in the universe, surely someone should have come up with more quick fixes? More ways to smooth out the niggles of everyday existence?
For me, this list includes, but is not limited to, the following:
Shoes that come with retractable high heels—one minute you're all tall and swanky and looking professional; the next, you pop the pointy bit into a cunningly designed compartment concealed in the sole, and you're walking on air in comfy flats. No more shoving ballet flats in your handbag.
A breathalyzer attached to your phone that automatically shuts it down if you're over the limit—no more drunk texts or 3:00 a.m. phone calls that you eventually remember the next morning; you know, the ones that come back to you in fragments like a dream sequence and are so embarrassing they make you want to put your head in a blender.
A very specific GPS app that could help you locate things that are missing in the house—for example, "your car keys are in the fridge," or "the TV remote is down the side of the big sofa," or "your sanity is in the recycling bin." You'd be able to choose the voice it used so it could be Chris Hemsworth saying it in his Thor voice, rather than someone who makes you feel like your mum's nagging you.
Some kind of video game—possibly social-media based, like maybe on TikTok with some cool music?—that gives teenagers points every time they actually manage to put a pair of dirty underwear in the laundry basket instead of leaving them on the floor. It could be huge—like Grand Theft Auto with boxer shorts instead of guns.
A delivery system—possibly by drone—that can bring an iced coffee and a box of cheesy chips to your car when you're stuck in long traffic jams. And while we're on that subject, a car seat that doubles up as a commode for lady drivers—I know, that's a bit gross, but there's nothing worse, is there? You're stuck in traffic, wondering when you're going to get home, questioning if you'll ever get off the motorway, and even worse you're absolutely busting for a wee?
I think I've peaked with that last one, now I come to think of it. Anyway— your list might be different, depending on your circumstances, and some of these might even have already been invented without me being clued up enough to notice, but I'm sure you see what I mean. There are just so many ways life could be improved.
I'm the sort of person who struggles to assemble flat-pack furniture, so I'm never going to become an inventor. If I was, though—if I had a sudden change of fortune—I'd give it a go. I have so many ideas.
Even more tempting than the ones on my list, the thing I'd really love to have is some kind of early warning system for what your day is going to throw at you. Like a weather forecast but for living. Not so much Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, but stuff like "mainly boring, but with a sudden spike in adrenaline at 8:00 p.m. during the National Lottery draw," or "predominantly stable but with some tears edging in after dinner."
We wake up every morning, and we go about our business. We eat, we wash, we dress, we get grunted at by our children, we go to work. We do these things over and over again, without ever knowing what that day has in store for us. How the hours between opening our eyes and closing them again might unfold.
We don't wake up assuming that something amazing is going to happen, or something terrible, or something so mind-bendingly weird that our lives will never be the same again. If we had some idea, some inkling, some intuition, someone telling us in that Thor voice that we needed to be careful, then maybe everything could be calmer. We could take a different turn in the road and avoid the banana skins lying in wait for our unsteady feet.
I say this, but part of me also wonders: What would we miss out on if we never took the occasional tumble? I think that sometimes, just maybe, we need to lose our balance before we can find it again. That we need to take a few steps back before we can move forward.
The day everything changed for me started like any other day—and it ended with me losing everything I owned, everything I planned for, everything I thought I held dear. Everything I assumed I needed.
Ironically, it turned out to be the best day of my life. I can say that now, with hindsight, and the distance of time and experience. Back then, though, I thought I'd never get up again, never find that balance. Back then, I felt like giving up. Like lying down on the ground in a fetal ball and crying for help that I couldn't ever see coming, waiting for a cavalry that was never going to gallop across the horizon. I felt alone, and scared, and helpless.
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