Compers’ mojo is a funny thing. I’ve lost it before, but
last time it was different. Last time was in the deep midwinter. It was my
first year of comping and I’d been overdosing on advent competitions. Come
January there was a great big hole in my comping day and not enough other
distractions to, er, distract me. Coupled with winter blues, I can’t say that I
was a bundle of fun. But eventually, the days got brighter and I got
sufficiently chirpier to summon some vim and get back in the saddle.
All went well for the next 18 months or so, but then I
had the kind of week where business does not go as usual. I prefer to keep sob
stories out my comping, so I’ll forgo the details, suffice to say there have
been a lot of extraordinary demands on my time, on top of which my cat ran away
too. (Sorry if that last bit sounds a bit sob storylike - I do actually sympathise with the mog - he dislikes my children and he dislikes the
medicine I have to give him every day, but even so, I can’t help but feel
peeved!)
I mention all this not as a cry for sympathy, but rather
to illustrate that one can lose one’s mojo for a whole multitude of reasons -
not just poor mental health or frustration with a dry spell. Life can broadside
us all, and loss of mojo - in the grand scheme of things - is just a detail. A
time-limited stain.
Things always settle down eventually. In the meantime, I’ll
be looking for life-hacks to get my comping back up to fifth gear. If you have
any, do let me know!
