I had quite a weekend. A lot of emotions came bursting out of me. Every feeling felt more intense than it usually would. I was a mess.

It came at the end of a strange week. I wasn't getting enough sleep all week, and I was reading The Artist's Way for the first time. This damn book was telling me that every time I've felt off about my life, it was likely because I was a "blocked creative," circling around a creative life but never stepping in. It was a scary idea because it was true. I could feel it in my core.

It felt like I was molting, sloughing off some thick shell I was carrying on my back. I felt like a raw nerve.

Everything felt unfair.

Everything I thought was selfish was really something I was accepting as a matter of course for others. I was limiting myself as much as I was being limited.

I feel a little more even-keeled now, but I want to learn from last weekend. I want to become more like myself.