First day of The Artist’s Way. 3 pages of thoughts with no filter - it was tough. Lots of issues to unpack, maybe a bit too much self-indulgent wallowing but I guess that’s to be expected for day one. Three months of this daily exercise should help clear the pipes and allow me to pull something useful out of myself. I just want to be more the driver, less the passenger. More active, less passive. I don’t want to hide from all the things that scare me. I wrote about how I’d like to be numb sometimes and immediately wrote about how guilty I felt for even thinking that, then that I should be more kind to myself, then that being too kind to myself is the source of the inaction that is frustrating me. Self-therapy in real time? I don’t know, but I feel some knots are at least being untied and I can try to knit the threads into something better.