I’m in an in-betweeny phase at the moment.
Normally I hate these phases, but things have been a bit unsettled lately and I’m enjoying the sense of just pausing in between Things and drawing breath.
The race on Skye has been and gone.
The race in Switzerland is on the not too distant horizon.
I’m recovering from a really bad phase/episode/bout (?) of asthma.
My blistered feet are healing.
I’m in the post Isle of Man TT slump.
My April gig has settled into my consciousness as a done deal, processed, successful, dealt with.
I’m thinking about moving house and a few things are in motion but I’m not pushing them because I’m interested to see what will reveal itself about the whole situation.
I’ve been going to bed at a vastly more sensible hour.
My energy levels are returning to normal and I can breathe clearly and easily.
The last couple of months have absolutely battered me and so I am gathering strength for the next phase, and I’m super conscious of the need to protect my health and my spirit at all costs.
I keep saying this after every time I’m ill, but this time there has been a breakthrough.
I’ve reached the point where I am bored with it, and that usually means that change will follow.