I just came back last night from a week-long stay in London and Newbold College. The Vejlefjord Choir asked me to join them as pianist on their annual tour, and I gladly obliged. Ryanair provided the £25-incentive to stay a couple of days extra, mostly hanging out with friends.
Many highlights deserve mentioning: bus trip with a load of happy students; improvised worship session at Newbold Church Friday night; meeting old friends again after way too long; the very warm welcome at Stanborough Park Church; the choir performing beautifully; meeting the Danish small group (some of who read my blog :); revisiting Tate Britain; helping Sabrina and Risto move; and much more.
But apart from all that and the thrill of leaving the country again and speaking a lot of English, what I really enjoyed was being busy again. There was a lot to do with practicing and performing, and the tension of it turns me on. As it turns out, I miss being busy, even to the point of stress. I think I am closest to myself when I have a lot to do, and just a little bit less time than I actually need. Lately it’s been too much the opposite.