Pressure and Pleasure

Creativity is a bringer of joy – right? Anybody who can both write successfully and perform music successfully must be happy and fulfilled – right? Um... no! Agreed: with the life I’ve got I should be endlessly happy and fulfilled. But when do I ever do what I should do? Recently I’ve been suffering from a nasty, gnawing anxiety that won’t leave me alone. Is it my new job that is turning out to be more stressful than I anticipated? Is it because there’s a concert at the beginning of April in which I have both harp and singing solos? Or is it because I am still waiting, waiting, waiting for news about my novel? No doubt it’s a mix of all these things and that’s human nature, but it’s got me w

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