i ❤ joseph campbell’s mind.
I failed chose not to publish the past couple of days but continued to write wherever/whenever I could, groggy in bed most of the time, addressing the pieces to my ever-patient writing buddy who put up with all my unbridled existential angst. (Erm, that was one of the conditions of the wruddyship, by the way. I suspect that the exchange of the past few days is making her think twice!) I followed my own rules of writing practice and stuck it out with “keeping the pen moving, no editing, just let it rip!” with the Wruddy. For the purposes of this PG-13 blog, I edited out the cussing. :p Below is joy*full proof that Crappy To Happy way is still very much alive and well in these parts! ~ CP
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Today I feel like cr*p.
It started last Wednesday: full-on scratchy, itchy, raw throat, lead-head and achy jello-like body which almost make me not want to continue with cr*p course. I still did my exam at 1-3 pm in the afternoon today. By 4pm, post exam, I felt the full on flu-like symptoms.
So I’ll stop right here. Besides, typing on an iPhone at 1:52am trying to catch up to the dailies is beginning to feel rather pathetic. On top of feeling like sh*t, and as hippie Steve, the oldest student in the class said today because the review was going on for too long:
“This can’t be good for the chi, man!”
I will spare yours and mine this heaviness for now.
Goodnight from my flu-ish quarters.
Tomorrow’s going to be better! *fingers crossed*
|The Pineda Family, Circa 1975|
|My mom in high school, 1960|
Love, your eldest and favorite absentee daughter, Chiqui
|Day 4, AtriaII, Toronto|
[This post covers Days 8 + 9; wrote the draft on one day and edited the next.]
I’m writing this post on the go. I’m sitting here in the Treats cafeteria on the ground floor of the AtriaII, having left the Intro to the Canadian Mortgage Industry class a bit earlier. I stepped out fifteen minutes before break time so I can write at least a quick draft to this post.
Choices, creative choices. I’ve said it many times and I will say it again : Creativity is a choice. It isn’t easy. It never is. Like right now. The more obvious choice, at best, is to study for tomorrow’s exam. Or at my lazy worse, watch Louis CK or Bill Burr on Netflix. But as with the most vital things in our lives – where to live, who to love, how to feel, I get to choose.