Life, I have come to realise, has a nasty habit of sneaking up behind you and biting you on the ass when you start to get a bit too settled.
Not content with letting you quietly get on with things, it has to throw a big spanner in the works and completely mess you up all over again.
Why does it do that?
What did I even write? - Apparently Furiously Happy is in Turkish now because I just got a copy of a Turkish psychology article about it, but I don’t read Turkish so I put part of ...