One day at a time

 The advice is clear.

“Just take one day at a time,” everyone says.

Excuse me while I swear. 

What stupid advice. Can you imagine? 

“Right kids, today we are performing a nativity. Practice? Oh don’t be silly, we’re just taking one day at a time.”

Although, on second thoughts, being in the middle of a run of nativity shows, you do sometimes wonder if any of the children were at the practices. No music teacher lives one day at a time. I’m currently putting events in my diary for events right up to and including this time next year. 

Life doesn’t work in chunks of one day at a time. Some days have at least seven in them and other days leave me wandering round corridors, bereft, asking if anyone knows what I should be doing.

This year, I mixed my diary up and put two weeks of events in the same week. In the first of those weeks I panicked, wondering how I was going to survive a music event every day and sometimes two and the second of those weeks has left me  a confused gibberish wreck, unsure of what day it is.

“It’s because people say, ‘See you at the concert on Thursday.’ They only have one Thursday concert before Christmas and you have four.” My wise fellow musician friend said. That was a relief. I just thought I needed to check where my marbles were.

It’s ok. They’re still in the pot

This morning, though, I’ve woken up with a cold. The obligatory, “Oh, you’ve stopped. You’ve got time for me,” variety that comes at the end of every term. 

NO! There’s another week and two days, 5 events, a weekend away to fit in before the end of term. I will not be ill yet. Not today. One day at a time and this is not the day.