March was another funny one, I think it was more up than it was down, which was refreshing after the past six months. I decided to take some time out and restart myself a little, I thought it worked.
Work was a really big part of March, everything started moving forward and i actually started feeling positive about where i was going with things. with a lot more work came the decision to really enjoy a week on holiday with some of the family; we stayed in a bungalow, quite literally in the middle of nowhere (picture the town that Hot Fuzz is set in...) However, all jokes aside, it was a lovely place and close enough to certain places to enjoy days out etc. and whilst we had 'typical British weather', we managed to make the most of the sun when it did make guest appearances.
Because of the work and holiday side of March taking up most of my time, I didn't really get up to much apart from an evening up in London, seeing my friends play a gig, and a birthday party, I headed to a random open mic night with a handful of friends and also saw Dani Harmer play Dorothy in an Easter panto (y).
April has been a very different story, it started well, very well; I genuinely felt like everything was starting to go okay, bad brain days were easier to get through and over, and my body was feeling the healthiest it had been for a while.
It started with lots of studio time with two bands, lots more exciting meetings, and a showcase of local and upcoming talent. Then, a dislocated knee, gas and air (which was one of the best experiences ever, might I add), an ambulance ride, x-ray, and a pair of crutches later, I've ended up with a bit of a challenge.
Don't get me wrong, I've still managed to see Newton Faulkner live, go to a couple of open mics, have a couple of trips to the coast, have a couple more meetings etc. but it's becoming increasingly hard. Everything takes a lot more effort, and not being able to drive, or even walk that far is starting to take it's toll. Motivation has always been something I've struggled with and getting out of bed has got hard again. Whilst avoiding feeling sorry for myself; I'm fed up of feeling frustrated. The motto 'everything happens for a reason' is starting to wear thin and the once actually positive humour has slowly turned into dry and harsh sarcasm; I apologise.
Onwards and upwards though, these things are supposedly sent to try us, right?
