Hidden Depths

No one knows or cares that I do them, but I couldn’t live without my hobbies 

A completed crossword puzzle

SOMETIMES, MY SANITY seems to hang on a few quick strums on a guitar, or a couple of  minutes doing a crossword.

And when I was depressed about my school job, it was my hobbies that helped keep me going.

While my colleagues would sip tea and chat in the Staff Room break – or smoke and offload, just out of sight of the kids – I would sneak into the music room every morning break and set a timer for exactly nine precious minutes of guitar practice.

I’d turn the amp on and try and nail the lead part to Plug In Baby or the pre-chorus of Queen’s Now I’m Here. Getting it right was the aim, but the joy lay in learning something new, something that really fired up my brain.  

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