Like any ‘normal’ person, I struggle. Life can be hard.
Today I got the tube to work. For those that don’t know, the Northern Underground Line is by far the worst line to get into London at 8-9am on a weekday. You haven’t seen packed public transport before you have to place your feet on and pull yourself on using the over head bars… not before getting the back of your head smacked by the closing door of course.
Upon arriving into Leicester Square I had already lost hope with my Tuesday. My normal 30 minute cycle had taken over an hour on the tube, and I was much more sweatier.
That, however, was when I was greeted by the above sign. Sometimes things just fall into place, but until that happens, you have to keep striving on.