Under Pressure

I was in reflective mood today. Almost meditative. I sat in the garden under surprisingly warm conditions and allowed myself to relax and think back over the past few days. I analysed things that had happened, I considered my performance and attitude during those events, and I tried to see how my decisions would be affecting myself and others. And my conclusions were - “What the ****ing Hell was I thinking??”
How the **** have I got myself into these stressful situations? I’m a month away from moving house with no real understanding of where my landing point will be, I’m being pestered about marriage by a fiancee who is desperate to get pregnant, and now I’m committed to a sponsored run and a gig at an wedding that I could ruin? Am I TRYING to drive myself crazy?

The only way to calm myself was to indulge in some distracting haiku, and some wine:

I am a drummer
But I don’t know how to drum
..Never stopped Ringo…

RC 5-10-13