Phew…

I have next to no work this week. Part of me is relieved. Yesterday’s funk has bled into today too and I really couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed this morning. As ever, I do it anyway. How the hell I’m able to break out of some these deep downers, I’ll never know. I guess I’ve trained myself to do a lot of this stuff on autopilot. When I have a chance to think about it, my anxiety picks up, then that creates anxiety itself and around we go… Again.

Again, (there is an awful lot of that word in my life) I know the only way to tackle anxiety it to meet head on whatever is causing it. So I do just that and now I’m sat here vacant rather than demotivated. Oh for a world class psychologist!… Again.

As I don’t have much to do, I think I’ll service the car and play guitar. I’m still getting right into Machine head. I’ve been watching the below gig on my other screen. Rocking set. Always cheers me up.

Music… Is life… x

By the evening I’ve become quite depressed again. Early night with the laptop. Watch one of the earlier happy hours and probably cry myself to sleep… Again…