So April begins. I think a fair indication of how tumultuously busy recent times have been here is the fact that my partner-in-crime and I have only this weekend been able to take our tiny Valentine’s Day break,…and so I am going to continue my challenge into April. The Easter holiday will give me a head start – or at least allow me to catch up with myself.
March has been an interesting month though, as well as a busy one. I didn’t get the job I went for, I was just having a quick power-nap between work and folk clubbing (I’ll get on to that) when they called me – a rude awakening indeed. However, bizarrely enough, although I was obviously disappointed that my overall genius didn’t make up for the experience I lacked, I found the whole interview process to be a positive one. At no point did I think I can’t do this because I have B.A.D and being rejected had nothing to do with my having B.A.D. It’s been the-thing-holding-me-back for so long that it was sort of refreshing to be held back by a different thing, and to be able to look at that particular thing and know that doing x + y would be a solution.
But on reflection I don’t think I want to do x or y. Not right now. I am, as they say, considering my options…
Anyway, in spite of March being far less artsy and creative than I’d hoped, I did manage to go retro (or even vintage *gulp*) for a folksy night out in celebration of my grandad’s 80th birthday – I sang and played the guitar badly at least once…in fact it ended up being a funny little family ensemble with my dad playing the guitar and my daughter singing too. The old crooner himself also got a song in. Before you start thinking we’re some kind of weird intergenerational version of The Corrs, this is not a thing we ever do as a family. Never. So it was new. We might even do it again. Once I’ve learned to play F. Man I hate F.
So stay with me, I haven’t put my guitar away yet. Nor my crayons. In fact I’m covering an Art class on Wednesday. Crumbs.
Welcome to April.