I’ve been hemming and hawing about going back to school for a while now. Part of me felt like it was the only option. I had a practical career picked out. It’s something I think I could be good at and wouldn’t hate. Then we needed to replace a car. So here I am. For the next six years we’re going to continue as we have before.
After that? Who knows, but at that point one of my kids is going to be a teenager and that kind of scares
the shit out of me.
Instead I’ve decided to try to leverage my interests in some way. I don’t really know where this path will head, but I’m hoping it will end up in…something. Maybe something I can get monetary payment for? Probably not, but I still think it will be illuminating.
Regardless, step one was actually cracking open Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way.”
I am my own worst critic. Seriously, I don’t need external critics (and can’t really think of any from my past) because I’ve got that covered all by my lonesome. For reals. Mostly? I need a process to move past that. I need to get out of my own way and I’m hoping Julia Cameron can help me do that.
So far? Not too bad. Ask me again in ten weeks.