I'm working through chapter 4 in "The Artist Way" and it's making me come to terms with me. The great and terrifying search, that one question I hope I'm not the only person asking....
Who the hell am I?!?
What do I like? Love? Want?
What am I really all about?
Some days I can't even figure out what my real goal is....
but then I chill, I do my poses, I meditate, and I work on those damn morning pages...and I realize...sometimes I'm so busy asking myself who I am that I don't shut up enough to realize that my voice, my soul is screaming, bellowing in the background "Hey!!! I'm here!!! Listen dumb ass!!"
I'm me, forgetful, 35, mother of four, wife, friend, lover, nag, artist. If I'd just be and quit worrying so much about the act of being, just live for this moment and not the next, then I'd know what and who and where I'm all about. I don't know, but that's what I'm going to do right now...just BE.