Wednesday 9th January 2019

Feeling creatively on a high at the moment, even if it's not as focused as I should be. Basically, I've had a bunch of ideas that I'm really excited about, especially the musical, so been nipping in and out of those in an excitable kind of rage.

Also did the hoovering and wrote some mediocre song lyrics about how domesticated I feel, which I'll stick at the bottom of this post because I won't do anything else with it.

Teaching at the college was great fun today, as were both private lessons that followed. It's taking a few days, but I feel like I'm back in the swing of things now - it's always tough having to have new ideas for the students but I'm still getting away with it.

Anyway, mediocre song lyric time:

I put out the bin
And felt resentful at the night
With all these beautiful skies
Is this my life? 
A slightly tired, over-thinking musician
With household chores too many to mention

Where my art was my priority
Soon becomes a distraction

I put out the bin
And I looked at the flats opposite our house
And the lights still aloud
With all the joys
And drinking sessions, on a Tuesday night
I felt both jealous but happy to go to bed

And dream of the next day
And the things I wish I'd said
In that petty road rage three days ago
It feels like even longer, though

I put out the bin
And I knew I felt safe living around here
But not just the estate
With all it's new cars
And young families, and Christmas trees
But within myself I knew I'd be fine

If fine is all we strive for
After, you know, everything.