I play with the tarot app on my phone while I wait for Katie to come home. "Why do I seem to have lost my spark, my passion, for the creative things that used to enthuse me?" I ask, and the cards come up with some ideas: physical comfort, a general inability to commit to any one project for long, a nagging suspicion I'll never be good enough and wanting the instant gratification that short term success brings. Then, Katie comes home, and I lose myself in the enjoyable evening busy-ness of our good life together - baking bread, a rehearsal with some friends, watching TV and chatting.
I wake up in the morning in a mild panic, realizing with disappointment that I forgot to write this blog.