Freedom 90

It’s been proper mad since Thursday. I’m running on five hours sleep, with a high stress presentation under my belt, and literally only now sat and realized ‘oh yeah, you haven’t blogged anything for three days…’ except of course I have, but that was work, not personal. Anyway, the project above is why I’m not really here right now. That needs to change tomorrow coz I just booked a new Open Mic spot for Thursday. It’s all go here, chums.

A few weeks back, someone forced-unfollowed me on social media who was involved in a local arts project I really wanted to be a part of. This morning, unsurprisingly, I discovered they’d not picked my work. I make no secret of how badly people can be treated in rejection. This one was the final straw. I am not going to be beholden to such folly again. My path is mine to dictate from now on and though there may be struggle, I’m not fucking working with those people ever again.

It takes time to form habits. There is merit in failing, multiple times, in order to finally find the means by which success can be held and nurtured. This is absolutely the way now, under my own steam and on my own terms and woe betide anyone who now tries to stop the march of progress, because not only is it coming, it has already arrived. You will rue the day you decided not to include me.

I have a remarkably long memory.

White Knight

Yesterday there was no guilt about not writing, because the weekend is free and a lot can be done when focus is bought to bear. The problem isn’t that content doesn’t exist, it remains around what are now learning and concentration issues that cannot be ignored any longer. Multitasking is not my forte when tired, and the last few weeks have been exhausting. However, I knew that with a day of physical rest and decent kip, it would all be okay again, and so it is.

This weekend therefore is about shoving two lots of exercise, three games of football, six writing posts plus a bunch of much needed archiving into a day,  thus leaving me Sunday to play computer games, do the garden and write poetry. It helps that yesterday I got a ton of relaxational stuff off a piece of paper and into reality, so there can be the sense that all parts of the spectrum are being addressed. It helps I can play a mobile game between bursts of effort for a mental break. All I’d like now is to stop sneezing, and life would be perfect.

Without further ado, therefore…