How many days this week did you do your morning pages?
I seem to be averaging five each week. I really enjoy doing them and now consider them critical to my mental health, so I have made them a priority.
Did you do your artist date this week?
Yes, I went on a date binge. I stayed up way too late all of last weekend, watching a slew of movies on Netflix that I’ve really wanted to watch but couldn’t get anyone to watch with me. So, I watched them by myself: The Piano, The Turning Point, The Crying Game, White Nights, and Evening Primrose, which is a weird little musical, I must say. It was fun, and I had to laugh at myself for feeling rebellious by staying up past midnight. Does this mean that I’m officially a grown-up? I was wondering when that was going to happen . . .
Did you experience any synchronicity this week?
My new book-group read, Shadow Divers, is an incredibly fascinating true story about two men who believe that anything is possible if you work hard and never give up. It’s the mindset that I am growing into at the moment, and it was a timely reminder of such.
Were there any other issues this week that you consider significant for your recovery?
This post completes my eighth week of The Artist’s Way. I plateaued a bit the last few weeks. I kept up with the morning pages, but I’ve been so busy with life (birthdays, visitors, reunions) that I got quite behind on the tasks and exercises. I am now caught up and looking forward to starting the final four weeks of the program.
My new acting class starts this week. It’s pretty much everything I dreamed it would be, plus a little more. I will save its details for another time. Also, I have become, once again, totally inspired by a ballet dancer: Mikhail Baryshnikov, of course. (You may have noticed that I watched two of his films from the 80s during my weekend film fest.) If you haven’t seen him dance or don’t quite remember how glorious he is, please do yourself a favor watch him dance. He truly defies gravity.
In other news, I’m still trying to become a morning person. I’ll try to draw some inspiration from nature’s morning people, so to speak: chickens. They’re always so clucking happy in the morning, even with that rooster screeching at the top of his lungs. I have much to learn from them.
P.S. Happy Halloween!