Bridge building

Wednesday evenings remain a challenge. Sometimes I wonder why I go along to rehearsal when getting in the car to go fills me with dread but I know I can’t walk away without doing my best to get rid of the cloud hanging over it all. It’s getting better though. I’m working on trying to be more open, trying to be more approachable, trying to bite back the grouchy comments that still lurk beneath the surface. I focus on the positive feedback from others – the occasional friendly smile, the brief chatty conversation. Slowly, but surely, the bridge is being rebuilt.