Happiness

A happy day today. A late start, a minor hangover, a few meetings, 2 hours of concentrated work on Freedom Chapters: all in all, I felt good as I ambled home. I walked through Queen's Park in the evening air and played a few chords on the uke for an invisible audience.

We composed the first ten minutes of the show yesterday, and a further five today, with an aim of ten more for tomorrow, so things are looking very good.

Off to Tramway to see the infamous Michael Clarke company (Contemporary Ballet), and tomorrow, another reasonable start (12pm). I've been watching a lot of 'House' with Hugh Laurie, and I like his style. Yes, he's fictional, but he doesn't give a shit, and that's always refreshing - balls to it all.

Chloe hurt her neck on Sunday afternoon and has been lain up ever since. Tonight will be her first venture from the flat since her emergency appointment with my new (pompous, arrogant, self-absorbed) GP, and she is still finding moving around rather tricky.

I think that today, I walked at the slowest pace I ever have (outside of a 'dramatic' context) and I loved it. I didn't want to move fast. I finally started to feel what it means not to rush. I was able to confidently challenge myself - why am I rushing. Where am I going? What's the hurry to get there? And I was right: I had a refreshing and Slow walk home, got here and sat on my chair ... there needn't have been any rush for that, and that is why there wasn't.