Time Out

 

No, not the Iranian Armageddon all the talking heads are sputtering about at the moment.

Just a personal circling back on a domestic rough spot that seems to recur when the real world breaks through my shell and threatens my creative progeny, past and future. The card problem I mentioned yesterday. Now my wife is mad at me again and I am becalmed and adrift for the moment.

At such times I have to remind myself that “this too shall pass.” My wife tends to be of the glass half-full or glass bone-dry persuasion, especially when it comes to disagreements between us. My plausible defenses are too ominous to say out loud if I can leave it there. 

Apart from the escalations caused by elapsed time, I’m back to the cycle I have to remind myself of at intervals, lately more often than in years past.

I get down. I have to reawaken myself, and recall that I’ve prevailed against long odds many times before. Sharing the sequence here, just by way of explanation. Just click on the graphics to see the posts they introduce…

The ‘Woe is Me’ Phase:

The ‘Start the Supercharger’ Phase:

The ‘Preparing for Takeoff’ Phase:

The fact I must remember is that I am subject to depression and I always go back to work. I’ve done an enormous amount of good work since I wrote the “Grate” piece, for example.

I’ll be back. It’s just there’s some music I have to listen to first.. give it a day or two…