On the surface, it feels like things are bubbling away quite nicely. Was up till late again last night working on my 'album' which, in all honesty, I'd ever release - I'm just having a fun time with the creative process of it all and learning a new skill. My sitcom book is coming together nicely and I have just enough work coming in to keep the bills paid without having to touch the money I had put aside for emergencies.
Yet, I think I'm going slightly mad here. Just a bit of, well, what is it they call it, cabin fever?
I seem to be getting anxious about things, that aren't justified. For example, all of a sudden our group chat for this regular session gig I drum for went quiet and I just assumed they wanted the other drummer to take both gigs, instead. Not the case at all, people just didn't have anything to say and sure enough we were all chatting on it again a day later. I had one parent of a student who has totally drifted out of touch since the lockdown so I assumed I'd lost them (I've had contact with everyone else - ranging from 'yeah, we'll try online lessons' to 'we'll pay for normal lessons up front to keep you in business' to 'we'll wait, but we're here and will resume when this is all over...and one who is sadly unwell, so we'll see) but it turns out that parent was just struggling with having to work at home and deal with the family and drum lessons were naturally quite low down his list. We start online lessons next week with them.
Ultimately, it's like I feel the need to be anxious about something, when it's mostly not needed. Calm down, it's all actually going to be okay.
Taught three lessons today (first one: great, second one: few tech issues but fine, third one: didn't work as well as normal) and then got back to working on my book.
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