I’m in town today, I’ve been busking by the Christmas market and then later I’m playing at a late night shopping event. This means I have 3 hours ‘down time’ .
I’ve come to the local arts centre and am sitting in the bar. As a treat I ordered cauliflower and coconut Dahl; I never cook it at home as no one except me likes coconut. In between eating and people watching I’ve been working on a simple muffler.
This feels like a holiday. Although it’s technically a long work day, I love what I do; it doesn’t feel like a grind. And the impromptu lunch at the arts centre reminds me even more how lucky I am.
Some people believe that they could never land on hard times because they’re well educated and prosperous. I know that this is just a facade to protect themselves from the reality of our fragility. All of us are only a few very real and possible steps from falling on hard times. So I am thankful every day, that I have a loving family and genuinely wonderful friends. That I have enough, that I have enough by doing what I love. That I am healthy. I am rich in the things that money cannot buy.