This week was about workaholics, and figuring out if we are one. I didn’t need to read a chapter or do any journaling to solve this one. I’m not. Nope, that’s not something I’ve ever been accused of. My mom is a workaholic, and so is my brother. I got my dad’s genes. We like to sleep late. And we’re good delegators.
This week was also about noticing how, now that we’re at Week Ten of The Artist’s Way (wow), things have indeed shifted. I took inventory, and was pleased to note some positive changes over the last few months.
- I haven’t had to rescue a cat out of a tree in quite a while, thank you Jesus.
- I have developed a quasi-successful amateur meditation practice.
- I’m fully engaged in mindful eating these days. In fact, I haven’t had processed sugar or wheat in almost two weeks.
- I’ve been experimenting with fierce and unwavering sobriety as a pathway to mindfulness.
- I’ve been spending more time outside.
- I’ve been reading a lot.
A dreamboard I made this week.
I’ve also been indulging my frivolous creative side as if it’s a fragile child that needs a lot of attention. I took a cue from Vanessa and started making all my gifts. That’s been fun. For me. Maybe not so much for my poor friends who are now getting homemade salt scrubs and repotted cacti from me on their birthdays.
And most importantly, I haven’t been giving myself a hard time when I forget to meditate, or “accidentally” eat wheat, or indulge in the occasional other sort of vice.
And I guess I’ve been feeling more creative, especially in regard to writing. I spent some time this week creating the following three new pages for this blog:
Appreciate feedback, always.
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