So, I am so tired. I haven't been sleeping and I'm in the sort of numb daze. So I saw my therapist today and she said, "you had so much energy last week after your trip, the spark is gone this week isn't it?" And I was thinking about it and she's right. The Sticky Note Project and being around all these artists and musicians was completely amazing. It was so energizing. I had all these crazy ideas in my head, all these art supplies from this really cool art shop in Montpelier. And I come home to this....This meaning all the trouble with loosing my step-son, work. My husband is very left brained and has no art sense at all about him. My best friend is far away in Detroit. I want to be able to share what happened and feel the same enthusiasm coming from someone else. I understand that my husband doesn't get art.
So I have all these ideas and plans about this blog, about different mediums I want to try about taking a creative writing class, and there's no one to bounce them off of. I guess the biggest thing is I'm going to have to ask for that attention.
It can be so frustrating to be different. I need to do art like I need my antidepressants and my therapist. It's part of my health, but I'm in a community where I have to do my art alone. It makes me feel alone.
Okay, so this is a whiny post but it is what it is.
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