The Entropy of Passing Years
Trying to stay active, walk perhaps half an hour a day (that doesn't make ten thousand steps but it is better than 0, I s'pose). I find it hard to believe I've reached this age, twice as old as I thought I'd ever get to be -but if you're growing up in a place like Caracas those are your expectations.
Sometimes it feels like the universe and my own body are trying to get rid of me. But I'm not planning on leaving the stage just yet. Had a bit of a blood pressure scary moment a couple of weeks ago, which resulted in six hours in A&E and having spent two weeks eating with almost no salt (salt is really bad for blood pressure). Not sure whether it is salt or stress, though. Particularly in the two secondary schools I teach guitar at, which seem to be competing for the most chaos and incompetence.
OTOH, I'm still here and I'm not yet bankrupt. Still reading, writing a little (not much), taking photographs and playing music (be it on my own rather than in public), as well as teaching it. Need to find a few local gigs to play (this is necessary to make myself keep a standard of playing) and a few more private pupils (this is necessary in order to pay the bills and in case I have to walk out of one of those schools). Onwards and upwards.
Originally posted on Dreamwidth
https://flaviomatani.dreamwidth.org/1544250.html