Holding breath

Right.

So tech happened. Is happening. Will be what it will be. My only complaint is that I'm running the lights and sound for this show which means a substantial loss of knitting time. Good knitting time, since by and large all the actors are on the stage all the time and there are no quick changes. Lie. That's not my only complaint, but it's my favourite one right now, so I'm sticking to it.

 

And.

I still love my futsy socks (they make me smile when I wear them. Seriously.) which means the time has come to get on to/finish the next thing. Which is a surprise, but I'm enjoying it. Mostly.

Not.

Focusing down or in. Not right now. Well. Trying to focus more on the positive. The weather is giving me an excellent lesson in this right now. We've got our rain on which means wet, squeaky feet and shoes, colds, unattractive headgear. And: rain. We're looking a pretty scary summer in the face right now; a bit of rain would be just what the reservoirs would order. If they weren't glorified lakes with no phone or internet access, and no way of ordering anything.

 

So.

I'm a month and a day from 31 which doesn't freak me out. I run no risk of being bored in the remotely near future. I am surrounded by people who trust and (kind of) like me.

Holding one's breath feels good. But it feels even better when balanced with the exhale.