It’s the start of winter, and for the first time in a long while, I’m really feeling the cold. I’ve been wearing a cardigan inside, which is unusual for me. There’s something almost grounding about it, though. Maybe it means I’m finally beginning to feel my body more clearly. That in itself feels like quiet progress.
Church today went OK. Rehearsals are still somewhat difficult. I haven’t quite settled back into that rhythm. Once the service begins, though, something shifts. Things tend to flow better, and I can let my voice come through without holding back. My top notes aren’t fully back to where they were before the bout of tonsillitis a few weeks ago, but they’re getting there slowly.
Someone is visiting later, and I’m impatient for the time to pass. Waiting has never been my strength, especially when the day feels stretched thin.
Next week looks more or less the same. I have exercise scheduled for Monday and Thursday, and support appointments on Tuesday and Saturday. Study threads through the gaps. Two online classes this trimester, focused on models of counselling and ethics in the counselling profession.
If I’m honest, the routine is getting a bit monotonous, especially the exercise side of things. Still, repetition isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes it’s what keeps everything else from unravelling.
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