As I sat there in shock at how much I had to pay in taxes when I had been living on a string for almost three years now, and tears started rolling down my cheeks like an overflowing river, my tax lady held my hand tight and said: “You will get over this. Life is hard. It has its ups and downs and eventually, it will end.” She’s about 70 and I took her word for it. But it’s been tough for a while and I wonder when it will get better. When will it be my turn? But this lasts seconds as I settle down and accept that in fact, life goes on until it doesn’t. I get a grip, stand tall and move on, chin up as I always do, as we all should do.

This too shall pass. Nothing lasts forever.