This is probably a little aspirational. After a bruising few weeks I came home from work last night, before a day off, feeling like I’d done everything I could. And that I could leave it behind.
All of the balance pictures have been about keeping the difficult things in my life up in the air, with varying degrees of success. I was the boss for a couple of weeks, and could easily have drawn some convoluted sprint through hoops and over obstacles, carrying the weight of confidences, the grind of insomnia and long hours, the pressure of my own expectations.
This isn’t meant to represent failure, but the idea of stopping to give myself a break, of the fallacy of crashing though by effort and momentum alone.
I wish this had been more eloquent, and the drawing more polished, but for tonight it will do.