I always liked the Stephen King novels (and some of these particular ones were written under his pen-name of Richard Bachman) where we met a character who, within a very short time frame, had their entire life and personality turned upside down. All of a sudden, the comfort of their normal life was stripped away and they had to adapt, changing their life goals on instinct to meet the challenge. As events fought against the character, their very concept of what was normal and what was acceptable had to change - a sort of survival instinct crept in.
So, now, I look at my own world and wonder if I would have ever believed it would be like this. What I consider now to be pretty frequent behaviour for me would have seemed remarkably abnormal only a few short months ago. The hoards of people I now feel like I know, the abundance of trivia that's running round in my head, the places I've been and the things that I've seen - they all seem pretty damned surreal if I put them in the context of the person who started writing this weblog nearly two years ago (though I started publishing regularly to my website nearly three years ago - wow!).
I don't know that I could do what I'm doing now forever. I don't know whether, were my domestic circumstances to change, I would want to. Gigging and rehearsing for shows, and working on the occasional show backstage, writing music, recording things here and there - well, it's a great game, but I don't know whether I'll ever achieve the heights of skill required to be satisfied doing any of these things exclusively (even if I were given the chance - and chances are rarely just given anyway). So do I quit?
I'm having a whale of a time. For the time being, I'm happy with this reality. So, I miss a few hours of sleep. So big deal! And I may be far too well acquainted with the M62 - whatever! As I've already discovered several times, life can change radically in a very short timeframe. What's the point in worrying about things at the expense of making the most of what you have? Maybe one day I'll be incapable of doing these things and I'll miss it. And maybe one day I'll look back at my recollections (or record collection - whichever) of this time in my life. I only hope I look back and remember that I made the most of it.
Live the dream. It's that easy!