Thursday 18th September: that and the work
Into prison very early, didn’t sleep that well again. Trying to finish off lots of strange little jobs, I hate this limbo. Waiting to flip over into something new. I’m scared silly by the uncertainty of being freelance again. Making enough money to pay for the mortgage etc. got to have faith and do some graft. Got to be prepared to pair things down, and see that life is the payment. Not that I don’t want the money. I shall be open to the possibilities.
I want to move into a more sensual world. More art, more breath, which I’ve been staying away from this year, more presence. It is okay to be sensuous and feel good in one’s skin. That and the work