I don't know what it is at the moment but everything feels like it's right on the edge.
It might be to do with the fact that I was up until 1am trying to finish recording a track for the latest choir practice CD. I'm pretty tired and that always affects the way I see things. Annoyingly, it's one of the things my Mum has always been right about.
"You're just tired," she'd say to Teenage Me.
"It's not tiredness!" Teenage Me would argue, "It's much more serious than that."
It was tiredness. And it might be tiredness now. Nonetheless, things do seem to be a bit, edgy.
Edgy eh, like all the world has spun itself right to the edges.
It's an urban myth that people in the Middle Ages believed that the Earth was flat. Actually, the Greeks had already calculated the circumference of the Earth and most educated people, even in medieval times had grasped the concept of a spherical planet. When Columbus set sail, he definitely wasn't expecting to find the ocean tumbling into infinity. He was as round an earther as the rest of them.
Funny then how I feel like my world is flat and edgy - as though everything is about to fall off the rim or topple out of the planet. And after I've sailed so far as well.
My senses tell me that it's probably a good idea to hold on, grab the ship's wheel and hope for the best. The chances are that my tired brain is imagining what's over the horizon - and actually, the journey will smooth itself out, regardless of how edgy it feels right now.
After all, if this ship is driven by anything it's the wind filling the sails by day and the fiery stars that lead the way by night. And I have immovable trust in those things.
I'm still going to hold on to something.
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