The mouths have it.

*update- July 31st was a success and I feel refreshed and am back on track. Definitely thankful I have the opportunity to make those kind of days happen and I am supported.


So in the meantime, I have gotten myself a calendar.
Well- not a calendar- I made a journal into one and am finding the stress much more bearable.
And I'll be damned if I didn't have a ton of shit on my mind with no way to organize it.
It's kind of amazing the to-do list and how simple it gets when it becomes something you can see and physically manipulate.
I wonder if it works with problems too?!?! Hmmm... perhaps my profession isn't a crock of shit after all?

So as I often do, I'm sitting and procrastinate periodically into blogs of an art therapy nature.
One of them strikes me as very interesting.
An art therapist has set a goal of creating a small card every day of the year. 365 small pieces of art that encourage and remind her of various things.
What a wonderful idea!

I have something similar- a journal that I work in from time to time and it reminded me of that. A record of moments.
In a lot of ways the organizer I just purchased accomplishes the same thing.

A place that encompasses the past, present and future in one- with daily reminders.
However- the one I got is for work.
What about for enrichment??
What about the feeling you get when you've created something- anything? Beautiful, honest, ugly?
What about continuing the mentality of a mental health day and carrying a small piece of it with me everyday?


That takes dedication... is what it takes.
Dedication and commitment to achieve a goal of this magnitude...



And perhaps I only have room for one at the moment.
This one.

Therefore, I have chosen my path.
I must remain steadfast in my commitment to exploring the Dark Side.
Where ever it may lead...

Especially if it leads me into the deep dark recesses of my own mouth...