Almost the end of September and have I quit feeling sorry for myself yet? Mebbe, mebbe not! Yeah been feeling sorry for myself, can't paint worth a darn and don't know what my purpose for being on this earth is yet. It's not to paint a masterpiece, write a bestseller or be famous! I always thought I would be one of those...but I didn't do the work. I never bothered to go to college, wasn't urged by parents though how long can that be my excuse? Guess it has been my excuse up until now, now I am finding that I just did not want to put in the time and energy for school. I wanted to live in the moment which was so fun at the time, and I was a part of all of it...except the school, serious part.
I am not really sorry about my life, I am happy that I have done really everything I ever wanted, thought of, was told about, read about and I feel that I am one of the consciously aware of human power. I know what I can do in the world, with whom I can connect and with whom I am connected with on an ongoing basis. Maybe I wouldn't have achieved that if I had taken time for book learning'.
Still don't know my purpose. Think about it again tomorrow.
