Dec/080
It's all a question of balance
Strange. Even with everything going so well; new place, lots of early season snow promising an amazing winter, business looking up etc, the black dog tries to poke his annoying head in. I could sit and analyse the reasons he's shown up - the waiting, the stress of moving, blah blah blah, but essentially it's because that's what depression does. It tests you when you're least expecting it.
This time around, the test was short and easily dispatched. The pressure of tying up all the loose ends of moving to Le Tour weighed heavy. The office had been my address for years and needed sorting out. A trip to the post office, EUR 40 & a form filled in was all it took to forward my mail to my new place for a year. The van's tires were worn and slipping in the snow after a year and 30,000km's driving. 4 brand new tyres, fitted and balanced for 300 bucks sorted out that problem. Cancelling the electricity bill and getting the deposit back on the office? Taken care of too. And one last thing ticked off the list for today: No-Legs Paul came round earlier to check out the job of connecting up my dishwasher and washing machine. It'll be plumbed in by the end of the week & I can make a start on the pile of washing that's quickly building up.
So there it is. A question of balance. Balancing the new tyres on the van, and balancing my list of things to do. Take them on one at a time, in the right order, especially when you're tired and worn out. Get back on top of things one at a time. That black dog can put in an appearance. He can follow you around for a week or so, but keep on doing the things on your list. Grit your teeth and bear it, and he can't touch you.
