Things Are Changing

Since the last post, things have developed. I’ve been to France, decided I’d like to go to France, moped about for three weeks, discovered I didn’t get the job anyway, moped about some more and now here we are. Oh, and made more bread than is reasonable for a human to consume and done some knitting. In short, it’s been a busy few weeks. I’m now waiting to go out to sectional meals for wind band and thinking that I’m confused about how I’ve got to this point.

Long time fans will know the drawn out comparisons between macropolitics and micropolitics which I have explored in the past. In the last few days, I’ve wondered on several occasions how we got to this point in both spheres.

We’re now in the middle of the snappiest of snap general election campaigns in which the main issue is Brexit, a thing which, in 2015, I had not even vaguely considered an option. In said election, I’m erring on which way I will vote, since in all honesty the entire concept is starting to feel weird. I will vote, but the way I vote will probably be decided on a coin flip, since the way I fall naturally is being eroded by the confluence of their ridiculous actions and the pointlessness of voting in an incredibly safe seat.

In the microscale, I go to a rehearsal every week for which I have got to the point I must be slightly tipsy in which to not be angered by. The difference to the last time I got to this stage is that, as far as I can tell, I’m not the only one also to be having this problem. I spend a lot of time defending different rehearsal techniques against criticism, because there are a variety of ways of achieving a successful and enjoyable rehearsal which all have their own merits, and because often enjoyable can come at the expense of success. It’s hard to defend, however, a situation in which I don’t feel like I’m really achieving anything and nobody is enjoying it.

This is how the world ends,
Not with a bang, but with a wimper

“The Hollow Men” by T. S. Eliot

Time is marching on and things are changing. I was told this week that a friend had dropped out of his PGCE, and I felt awful because I’d just been complaining about what, comparably, is fairly minor. People who, from my perspective, were doing pretty well, are having trouble. What was the state of affairs is no longer. It concerns me that I didn’t notice until it was pointed out.