Sitting here this morning hugging my comforting mug of coffee before I head out into the crispy crunchy Winter chill, I’m feeling a little sad. I have such a momentous wave of creativity rising up in me but no time to express it fully until, well, I’m not sure really. I’m having to prioritise wearing any hats that involve bringing in some bread and butter, so this morning I’m in trading assistant mode before slipping smoothly into musician mode for practice this evening. I’m trying not to think too much of the money with that one. It’s an important concert next Friday and a beautiful programme inspired by nature to which I want to do as much justice as I can. I’ve had the music for 2 weeks, which in itself isn’t enough time, and I’ve had to take on extra shifts this week as the shop is seriously understaffed. 

I see my brisk cold walk as homework that contributes to my shop work. My hands go numb when I’m working the fridges, especially the milk, and my shoulders ache after reaching up and into the shelves, but after about half an hour welly walking yesterday, warmth and sensation flooded back to my extremities and I glowed.

Outside, the sky is a numbing shade of blue but it is definitely blue. We’re on the right side now.