It was 2015, and I started doing The Artist’s Way. What I was expecting, I’m not sure. I just knew that something wasn’t working for me.
That New Year’s, on a white board at work, I wrote this:
BACK TO FORM – 2016
That’s it. I believed that it would take me somewhere creative. Somewhere in touch with what I wanted, as well as what I needed.
A relationship ended. Another started. Depression hit. I left my job, travelled to Europe, and moved out of my house.
That was in the first six months.
Whatever siren song back to form was, it shook up every aspect of my life. All the cobwebs that were creeping in.
Sometimes, when you’re not really certain what you’re asking for – you get just that.
Back to form.