Jury duty

So I have been selected for jury service. Once upon a time, I was curious and would have loved to be on jury service, but now I was dreading the long waiting times. I was thinking to myself, erghhhh—what, waking up at a time I usually don’t, having to trek fourteen miles one way to the court.

But then came the realisation: imagine doing this journey in the morning not as a juror but as the defendant. It was a scary thought, really scary—the thought that your life has been changed, will never be the same again, destroyed even. I came back to reality and held onto the gratitude that this isn’t my reality, but potentially could be for someone else.

Anyways, I was sent home today. Before I knew it, I was back in my kitchen making an omelette for myself. I feel eternally grateful to be able to be making omelettes and going about my day as normal.