Journal to a Muse

Blogging the Artist's Way
Second Week, second set of morning pages.
Whoo hooo.





Not.

I actually wrote this morning. Again. Recognized several patterns. And even re-reading part of them this evening, I recognized some more. I like clearing my head in the morning AND summing up in the evening. But doing JUST one or the other leaves things vague and unsettled. The morning is about wants, emotion and (often) high hopes. In the evening, if I haven't done the morning, It is about all the things that didn't get done. If I did do the morning pages, I end up writing about what I did get done... even if it was different than what I intended.

My focus was on marketing and business... but what I got done was laundry! Go figure.

By the end of the day, I felt SO strange that I indulged in some retail therapy. You would have felt strange, too, if your inner critic had turned down the volume but increased the pain in the subliminals.
Lane Bryant. sigh. AND I had to go up a size... Just in the derrierre... probably because I've been SITTING ON MY BUTT for 7 months. It is definitely time to get moving. Oh... but it was sort of an Artist's Date... just enjoying seeing what was out there... I haven't been shopping for myself in a long time. I don't think I've paid much attention to what I looked like.

Thank goodness no one has said anything like, "You're a mess! What's the matter." I may have been cutting things perilously close!

Tomorrow I go to Mr. Hairdresser to see if I have enough hair to cut. (It is tending to look like a short mohawk-- not a terribly reassuring -or attractive- look on a middle aged psychotherapist!)