Amanda Palmer’s book, The Art of Asking, was leant to me (once again) by my cousin-in-law, Hayley.
I was fast approaching the deadline of my MA dissertation, and the date of my wedding nuptials. I stuck it in my bag to be added to the ‘when I have time’ book pile.
I was exhausted. Past running on adrenalin, I was running on the notion that energy would manifest within the essence of existing.