The next Summit

Ah, the ups and downs, the peaks and troughs... life has its little ways of kicking us when we are down, but also of pulling the rug out from under our feet when we are up.

And its always when you least expect it.... sound familiar? Guess we're all human after all.

Stu is really depressed today; I think he is reaching the end of his own personal endurance and to be honest I am not surprised. The hours he has worked over his career in catering would probably come to double a 'normal' persons when tallied up; there is always one day in his six-day week when he starts at 8am and finishes at around 11pm. That is a long day, and they add up into long weeks, long months, long years. So I am now worrying my little head off again as we are so close to reaching the end of the year, so close to being able to leave the day jobs and head off on our own. This in itself is scary but not nearly as scary as the thought of having to try and make Stu do another year in kitchens or, worse, find some half-assed shitty job that he will hate just to pay the bills. Yikes.

What this will do, of course, is push me harder to make it work for us; to get onto the nitty gritty of how we are going to make our own business work; the whens, wheres and whatevers of it all, for this is the real deal here and we are going to have a lot of hard work ahead of us...

But... and its a big, fat, hairy but, we have no options but to make this work. The line at the start of my blog said it all - I thought one day 'what would I do if my life depended on it?'; then I realised that it did.

Dug the car out literally and myself out metaphorically and crossed town to the gallery where I primed a canvas, looked out the window and thought long and hard. Tomorrow I will start on the business plan and get the wheels of wonder in motion. Had a bit of a Haiku day today, as always happens when I am in reflective mode. I will let them outline my mood today...

Despite the snowfall

The path at my feet was clear;

Even with closed eyes

You are losing hope.

I hope I am strong enough

To hold you aloft

Hold your mind still and

Search the patterns there;

Then open your eyes

The path goes past here

I saw footprints in the snow

And they go beyond

You don't talk much,

I cannot articulate;

So I wrote this down