My therapist suggested I start blogging. That I need a creative outlet, since I’m not painting these days. And my other blog was one about painting and my artist career. This stuff doesn’t go there.
I don’t even know where to start.
Words are not my friends. They are imperfect tools for communicating ideas that are moving through my head so fast and furiously that I can’t nail them down long enough to find a word for some of them, much less the right word.
Some days might be a list.
Or a dream. Which turns out are actually scenes from a movie I don’t remember seeing.
Or maybe a story. Based on my experiences or completely made up.
I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what comes next. But here I am. In the moment, going with the flow. Acknowledging and accepting the feelings and thoughts.
Will anyone care what I have to say? Why do I care if others care?
Circles. Wandering in circles.
Oh look! baby goats!