I felt like I had to ride them out, endure the grief that accompanied them, and get to the other side.
But once January came, I knew in my heart I needed to put a plan together.
I don't operate well without a plan. Just coasting along and being carried by the breeze doesn't work for me.
I had been given the best advice when my Uncle told me I should hold off making any big decisions for a year. And I took that to heart. He was right. Mentally and emotionally I couldn't have handled a big decision. I had an endless list of small details that had to be unraveled and that was enough.
As I wandered around my house, I knew there was an answer there someplace. It was only when I came to the bookshelf in my office, and zeroed in on The Artist's Way workbook did an aha moment happen. I felt like the answers would be found in going through the workbook.
A few months after my 30th birthday, a friend had recommended the Artist's Way as an avenue to uncover my creativity. I thought it was just a book about how to journal, but found it was so much more.
It has almost a magical aspect to it.
It became a portal to my creativity, my writing and my purpose.
This workbook was one I had bought for Jeff years before, which he never started.
With the winter upon me, and a deep need to hibernate, embarking on this 12 week journey to rediscover myself felt like the right thing to do.
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