I’m sick
Coughing sneezing and my throat is seizing up quite nicely.
On top of that, I had an audition yesterday, which i tanked – more or less because my stage presence wasn’t there.
The booker said my writing was fine – I just had my hands in my pockets and couldn’t keep my head up. These are things i stopped doing months ago – but through my cold, I fell back on old habits because they felt safe.
This resulted in my failure.
Failure has been a boon to my depression. It has been waiting for an opportunity to rear its head.
Even so, as I wake up now, home from work, I just breathe. I want to work with it. Use it as fuel to keep me pushing.
I see this as an opportunity to live and let die. Failure is just be feedback.
And I bet I never put my hands in my pockets again.
Further Reading
From the desk of Adam Thomas 