Two worlds in parallel

I'm starting to learn the art of switching from one mindset to another.

Yesterday, wheeling the little emperor in his pram through the slick bars and restaurants in Shoreditch, then into the City where I was performing at an event, felt surreal. He didn't come with me - I dropped him off with a willing relative - but the oddness of our unit, LE bobbing a helium balloon up and down, staring at all the natives, me doing my speed walk and attempting to look as stylish as you can with a million bags draped around you, was not lost on me.

Looking at all the other professionals in the area, smoking, texting, drinking coffee or just purposefully walking, I imagined their lives to be so much less complicated, a seamless strain of work and pleasure - but it's never really like that, is it. We all have our hidden stories, whether we decide to tell them or not, and even if nobody else but us ever knows about them.