It’s been a LONG time since I leapt without looking. So of course, what did I do? I registered for a workshop happening in New York City in January.
WTF? How am I going to get there? Where am I going to stay? How am I going to afford it? You have got to be kidding me, life. Seriously? But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited in that, goofy, giddy, way I tend to feel when I’ve set my sights on something amazing.
Wanna join me? Click…
Wow. I am. Just. Wow. Remember when I said I was feeling oddly hope-ful? Then Trump and the Hate Train pulled in and I died, sort of. But then The Artist’s Way was found on a bookshelf and purchased. Since then, that sneaking feeling of hope (LIFE) is returning. The cynic in me is afraid this is false and that untold darkness is about to overtake the land. This back and forth between the consuming fear and blinding faith in the positive is going to wear me out.
Still, recovery is at hand and I will take my joy as often as I can in any way that I can.