End of Week (trying to find time for the Artist's Way)

So I made it to the end of the week. I did my tutoring and went for another hour long swim. I think I did about 50- 60 lengths, which is good going. I was exhausted from the week, but I needed to just do something. Swimming was a lot more interesting this week, than last. Not sure what changed and why I didn't want to get out of the pool.

When I made it back to where I live, someone told me that the kitchen door was broken. Earlier in the day everyone had become locked out the kitchen, and our landlord couldn't sort it out until Monday, so the man next door climbed up the scaffolding and broken into our kitchen. We are under pain of death if we close the kitchen door now, that man does not want to do another climb. What a story, I wish I had been around with my room mates when it happened. Life where I live is never boring.

This weekend I am not planning a great deal. I have to work on my Artist's Way exercises, and figure out this thing called making a date for my art. I have been religiously getting up and doing the morning pages, but now I have to get out and spend two hours doing something which will inspire my inner artist. I have drawn a blank, I have no idea what I am going to do.

In regards to the morning pages, I haven't had any more mystical dreams. Perhaps that is a good thing. If I had mystical dreams every night, I would get worn out with all the insight and mystery. In fact there were plenty of times I didn't dream this week at all.

And on that note, I better actually do some work on my creative self worth...

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