It's not quite getting light, especially as it's the middle of the night, but it may be by the time I finish this post. I feel the need to justify everything at the moment. Perhaps that's a natural inclination, due to the fact that I feel I need to give some sort of purpose or justification to everything I do in life. It's only when I'm truly distracted that I forget about these things. The problem there lies in the fact that I know I have problems, but that I also know they are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. My problems are relative to my own existence, and become meaningless when the smallest of things change. For instance, applying them to another would never work. Even if I step outside of my personal existence for a moment, or something happens to me they disappear immediately, yet somehow they remain persistent and loom dreadfully, affecting my ability to carry on with life and create some sense of achievement.
Perhaps it's just about getting round to doing something. I have naturally cut many of the elements of contemporary living out of my life so I have more time to do things when I'm busy, but then when I'm not busy, life weighs down on me heavily and I'm not able to carry out the things I have been wishing to do during my daydreaming at work. What really have I cut out? Television disappeared easily and with very little pain, playing computer games naturally became less interesting, and I seem to be going to the cinema far less than I used to. To what end? I manage to fill the time with things I apparently consider more worthwhile - reading and making good food and drinking coffee. Where does that desire to do my own work go? It exists so vividly whilst staring at the work computer screen, but immediately disappears in my cold Glasgow flat when the sun drifts out of the sky.
I am currently in Merston again, and things perpetually distract me here from writing music, such as engagements with my parents, applications for PhDs and suchlike. It makes me wonder why I struggle so to make time to write music and then fritter it away lardying round doing jack all. Perhaps I'm being pessimistic. The occasion of my laptop being stolen has made me realise that I need to restructure my approach to composition, and not just rely on age old techniques that were mislearnt in the first place. I need to start trusting my intuition when I write on paper and start being proud of the music I write in order to get it performed.
Nothing's stopping me from *not* doing music at the moment. I have a keen interest in visual art, which only seems to be strengthening as time goes on. I guess that could be the hobby which I've been waiting for, or maybe it could be another of my passing interests. I'll just have to wait and see what comes out of it. If all else fails I'm going to concentrate on doing whatever gives me excitement and joy at the particular time. It's not like my life is complicated, but I just seem to find difficulty inspiring myself to do things which have no set structure to work to. I'm partly obsessive about organising time and organising my organisation and being places on time, but I never plan my work, or the time I'm going to spend composing down to the last minute. For instance I know tomorrow that I'm going to get up, make coffee for some guests who are arriving, fill in some parts of the PhD application forms, and hopefully go into town to buy some nice paper to print my scores on for the submission. I haven't set aside any time for composition, so it's just going to happen whenever I feel like taking a break from staring at paper to go and sit in front of the piano with score paper.
I will need to structure this holiday if I'm going to do all the work which I need to. Let's start by saying I'll do one PhD application per day, not counting doing the binding of the scores and copying of CDs and DVDs, which can be done together. Then I'll be sorted and I can write down all those ideas that have been festering in my mind about the trio.
I spent the weekend in London enjoying myself, and it was a necessary liberation from everything that had come before. I was knackered but I needed to step out and forget about the rigmarole of Glasgow life. Although I promised myself I'd leave Glasgow as soon as I could after finishing college, I'm now well into my second year there and opportunities are presenting themselves to me after so much hard work. London was a major change of scenery, and intruiged me as to what sort of life I could build for myself there. I guess what interested me is the infinite possibilites there, especially when studying for an arts PhD. I'd feel at home there, even though it's not my home town - there is something I feel about being alienated in Glasgow, like I don't belong or that there's no true reflection of my personality in anything I try and stamp myself . It's something to do with not being able to force myself to be myself. I lapse too easily into acting and fail to enjoy whatever it is I'm doing when it happens. I've got to work on selling myself: it's the hardest sale of all.