Pankrác

Dear Kind (and possibly slightly insane or at least, quirky and unusual) Reader,

I must confess I am struggling today. I don't know why it is that some days, no matter how hard I try or how much effort I make to list all the things I'm grateful for and lucky to have, I still find myself feeling utterly despondent if not downright unhappy. As I walked across the sprawlingly dull, industrial and grey dual carriageway to get to the offices of my meet-ees today, I felt that I was almost as cursed and trapped as those who've travelled to Pankrác before me. (It houses a well-known prison.) The remaining grit on the pavement and yet no snow, the grey clouds and blustery cold and damp wind, the necessity to carry an umbrella that Prague rarely used to entail and above all the drudgery of the book I have to work from in order to deliver the appropriate meeting content, was all just too much.

I tried, I really did try, to focus on the positive things that I am organising and hoping will come to fruition but they somehow seemed so distant, so irrelevant that it only served to just about avert the tears that were otherwise threatening to roll down my cheeks. Which reminds me; I need to buy more tissues. We've run out.

Last night the cowboy noticed my lack of communication with him and my general unhappy mood and rather than being kind and offering affection, he stood in the doorway of the room I'm using as an office, and moaned, "what's up with you?" in Czech, which roughly comes out as ,,co Ti je?" and complained later on that I hadn't been nice to him. He did so by employing that old passive-aggressive tactic of saying, "So that's all I'm getting is it? No talking to me or being nice to me, just sitting and working. Well, thank you. THANK YOU." It wasn't even his usual Eeyore-ness, but had moved on to his also rather common aggressive tone and irritated glance before slamming the door behind him.

I sat and wondered what it was he had actually expected of me yesterday. If he wanted affection, why didn't he come up to me to offer it? If he wanted kind words, why didn't he start out with them? And if he'd wanted me to be in a better mood, why didn't he offer me a cup of tea instead of words of disgust? I have learnt not to expect these things because expectation is just pre-meditated disappointment. On the other hand, the cowboy did say only the other day that we should be able to make each other happy at least a little bit. And he's right. We should. But we seem to be losing that rather-limited-in-the-first-place kind of skill.

And the reason I spent all evening at the computer was because I was doing everything I could do to drum up some more meet-ees and thus more income, followed by lesson planning after doing aerobics, putting some washing on, having a shower and conducting a couple of meetings on Skype. All of which have yet to show any financial reward. The cowboy kindly pointed out a while ago that perhaps my aerobics wasn't having the desired effect either, of lessening the size of my bottom and thighs. But this is his desired effect. Hence why I got yet another tube of cellulite-"eradicating" cream (that I don't like because it smells funny and feels sticky) for Christmas this year. (However, one of my friends cheered me up when I told her about this by retorting, "Is he gay?!")

In the meantime, I'm having to practise mind over matter about my dwindling bank account both here and in the UK, as the bank here has regular charges for things that no bank in the UK would charge for unless you had a business account and the UK account is going down bit by bit because there's a student loan to pay off and musician's union subs to pay and no income whatsoever until former meet-ees get off their comfy sofas and re-book some meetings.

Still, I have taken the bold step of booking my flights to the UK. I shall escape this place for a couple of weeks at least and hope I can find somewhere to quietly read in a corner of my friend's flat and recover from this perpetual hustling for clients and their cash for a little while. I'm so exhausted already. But I've just started reading Brendon Burchard's, "The Charge" and I'm hoping to hone in on some effective strategies to get re-energised and get some important work done that he may outline for me. In the meantime, I keep reaching for the 'Rum-Kokos' chocolates I got myself because they are weird and chocolate-y in a sugary way and that almost makes me joyful in itself.

And with that, I must get myself off to bed. It's somehow, despite involving only two meetings, been a really long day...

'Night, 'night,

Love,

Your friend on the edge of the platform.X