I'm pulling the plug.
It's been a good ride, but it's just time to let go and let God. Give up and get down? Quit and be quiet? Withdraw and wig out? Decamp and do nada? I can do this all day, people. Stop me.
At the risk of repeating myself - and let's face it, that really seems to be my mission in life - it's not you, Artist's Way, it's me. Here at the end of the 12 week course that took me 16 weeks, I'm undecided. Was it worth it? I still didn't create anything other than that one collage, my Seat of Sloth drawing and a few blog posts. I thought a lot about doing stuff, but I didn't follow through. In spite of that, overall, I'm giving the experience two thumbs up. I took a couple of turns around the spiral path. I'm a tiny bit more honest with myself (and others - beware), I'm an iota braver. A lot of discontent has been uncovered and I'm gonna have to do something about that. Something positive and illuminating, I hope. No more being a mushroom. Nosirree. Not anymore. Score one, JC.
Where do I go from here?
After much gnashing of teeth and wailing, I've settled on a two month reprieve. I will continue the Morning Pages (score two, JC), with whom I have a deep and abiding love/hate relationship. I will continue to meditate, because I took that class and I want my money's worth. And I will focus on walking daily and feeding my body better. In a couple of months, I'll take stock again and see if I want to delve deeper into JC or look for a new guru. I've heard that Vein of Gold is a dense and expounds more on her particular spiritual beliefs. If she turns out to be one of those Hale-Bopp nuts I shall be profoundly disillusioned. I've been trying to rediscover and embrace my inner wacko and it's just a little tougher to do at 47 than it was at 21.
Anyway, here's a little something for The End of the Line.
It's been a good ride, but it's just time to let go and let God. Give up and get down? Quit and be quiet? Withdraw and wig out? Decamp and do nada? I can do this all day, people. Stop me.
At the risk of repeating myself - and let's face it, that really seems to be my mission in life - it's not you, Artist's Way, it's me. Here at the end of the 12 week course that took me 16 weeks, I'm undecided. Was it worth it? I still didn't create anything other than that one collage, my Seat of Sloth drawing and a few blog posts. I thought a lot about doing stuff, but I didn't follow through. In spite of that, overall, I'm giving the experience two thumbs up. I took a couple of turns around the spiral path. I'm a tiny bit more honest with myself (and others - beware), I'm an iota braver. A lot of discontent has been uncovered and I'm gonna have to do something about that. Something positive and illuminating, I hope. No more being a mushroom. Nosirree. Not anymore. Score one, JC.Where do I go from here?
After much gnashing of teeth and wailing, I've settled on a two month reprieve. I will continue the Morning Pages (score two, JC), with whom I have a deep and abiding love/hate relationship. I will continue to meditate, because I took that class and I want my money's worth. And I will focus on walking daily and feeding my body better. In a couple of months, I'll take stock again and see if I want to delve deeper into JC or look for a new guru. I've heard that Vein of Gold is a dense and expounds more on her particular spiritual beliefs. If she turns out to be one of those Hale-Bopp nuts I shall be profoundly disillusioned. I've been trying to rediscover and embrace my inner wacko and it's just a little tougher to do at 47 than it was at 21.
Anyway, here's a little something for The End of the Line.
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