Seven Days in the Park #3

I am not in the Park as I write this. It’s just under 4km to walk from the Arts Organisation to my local Gym, so I did it at 6.45am, because I am hyper aware of everything right now. This does mean I have to walk back, so we are going to have a decent breakfast before that happens. Two new personal bests have been set this morning on weightlifting. Both will take real effort from me to better.

Sitting here in the middle of poached eggs on sourdough there is an email to tell me a poem I considered the zenith of my progression three months ago has failed to place in a major contest. There’s a publisher who wants it, so really there is no need to get upset or obsessed with that failure in any way, shape or form. There’s also a 1 to 1 session I politely passed on yesterday back in the park to give it to a fellow local poet.

Dean Atta is my floor-mate for the next few days.

It is now Later [TM] I am back from an afternoon of interactions. One, in particular, will end up as a game changer. I cannot share any details now but trust me, next month is going to be IMMENSE, for so many reasons. I have my first big scheduled meeting tomorrow which I should be making notes for but honestly, my brain is now mush. It is a genuine effort to type. Food is not really helping either which tells me a LOT of mental energy has been expended.

There has however been an excellent scratch poem written, a couple of friends caught up with (who have been here to have Mr Atta give them Advice [TM] in a 1-1 environment) and the walk back here has reminded me I need to be dumping the car more often when the weather allows. Also, after a day of rain and general MEH, the sun has again come out and the Estuary is serving as a great background for an upcoming online Open Mic.

That reminds me, I should probably sort out some poems…