Two days of training.
at 8:30 in the morning.
Who in their right mind starts training at 8:30?
Once in a while, I am reminded that I am somewhere deep inside, an artist.
Not sure anymore quite where. There is a big ol' disconnect in the place where I used to feel my tinglies. But once in a while, I am nudged by seeing the work of others, and little bits come to the surface.
Something's still there.