There is a place I know that I don't like very much. It's inside me and it's an all consuming fount of angst. My challenge this year is to stay well away. I resolve that in order to be the best friend and family member I can be I will not go there this year.
How to do it? Well I am going to work less for a start. I will continue to write and drum. I have instructed those close to me to stop me when I am working too much.
But what of the job? I know that I have to resist the two p's- perfectionism and paranoia. These have been my life's fuel for so long that I put them on habitually like a fan might put on their scarf before leaving for the match. This year I will resist them both with all my will. Because I know there is a worse place than the old fount of angst. It is tangible.
And I cannot afford to go there.
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