Dear Dobson,
My creative juices appear to have stopped flowing. I'm dry as a menopausal vagina and I blame one thing and one thing only for this arid state of affairs... Contentment.
Now don't get me wrong, life is not all peaches and cream, of course there are many things I would change or improve given the opportunity or the finances, but in general I don't know if I've ever had it so good.
I am unsure as to whether this new state of Zen comes as a result of maturity, wisdom, awareness and generally being comfortable in my own skin or as a result of things having previously been so shit that anything is an improvement. Having given it some thought, I believe it's the former.
Without going all hippy on your arse, I feel as if good is begetting good and it's fucking fabulous. My recent application form has earnt me an interview, my jazz duo is now a quartet with an impending gig at a Central London venue and I have a man who thinks nothing of repairing my mangled runner's toenails...
I feel as if I can have whatever I want right now. That concept scares me a little, but not enough to stop me asking. Sacrificing some of my creative juice doesn't seem like such a bad trade off to me.
Frankie
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