Final Post
This class has been really good in ways I can’t always articulate. I always thought I had a steady grip on who I am as a person, but I never liked writing about myself. My thoughts and opinions? Totally. A memorable or humorous experience I’ve had? Sure. But I’ve never enjoyed writing about me ; my personal life or my general emotions. And I’m starting to think that the reason why is that I don’t truly know what I’m feeling, or if I do, I don’t like it and want to brush it off. The way this class has sort of forced introspection has made me feel both better and worse; I’m better at confronting problems-or at least, confronting how I feel about them- but I’ve also noticed the amount of time I spend justifying myself. How long I spend on arguments that will never actually happen, but continue in my head long after the moment’s passed. The Artist’s Way book has helped me a surprising amount with this. I think I’m going to recycle it, because I never had the time to read through and ...
