I look back on those days and regret none of it, not the risks, not the shame, not the total lack of foresight. The lyric cast of the sun, the teeming fields with tall plants nodding away under the intense midafternoon heat, the squeak of our wooden floors, or the scrape of the clay ashtray pushed ever so lightly on the marble slab that used to sit on my nightstand. I knew that our minutes were numbered, but I didn't dare count them, just as I knew where all this was headed, but didn't care to read the signposts. This was a time when I intentionally failed to drop bread crumbs for my return journey; instead I ate them. He could turn out to be a total creep; he could change or ruin me forever, while time and gossip might ultimate disembowel everything we shared and trim the whole thing down til nothing but fish bones remained.
5. Draw a cartoon panel depicting your day. I'm breaking out the sketch pad, pens, colored pencils, and markers this week to do a little doodling and to remind me that anything can be turned into art, even your rough day at the office or your trip to the supermarket. What's the point of this exercise? There is no point to this playful activity, and that is precisely the point. Stick figures and slinky shaped hair encouraged.
Wishing you a week of being free to play without fear of needing measure up, compare yourself, or stress about if it's "good" or not. If it feels good to you, it's all good.