It’s a difficult time of year to remain focussed. As I walk to work I look up at the blue sky, enjoying the morning sun on my face, and ponder the greater things of life.
Why am I here? What is it like to be a seagull? Like that one flying overhead right now… what’s that falling from the sk… awww shit.
And then, when you get to work, you try not to spend hours daydreaming, staring out of the window. You get your work done, try and leave sharp so you can get back outside into the air.
The next problem arrives when you get home. Sit outside and have a nice cold beer, or troop into the darkened living room and watch football.
Honestly, it’s a wonder I get out of bed at all some days. Especially at this time of year.
