What a thin and brittle thing this balance between practice and living is. I feel like last night made a big crack that will take some time to be repaired. I'm not talking about a plastering over, I mean properly filled in and sanded over and everything.
Sorry to carry on in building metaphors, but I feel like instead of painting and adding decorative touches round the sides, I really need to go back to the structure and make it more solid.
I'm leaving the house now, (physically and metaphorically!).
