I have discovered that I am habitually killing my chance at inspired living by trying to plan it. After years of systematically letting people down, so I wouldn't be responsible to them, their expectations, their projections of distant parent or lover onto me...for me to act out, or act different I am not sure which.
I am not planning anymore. I have no idea why I am going to Buenos Aires..again. I just know I will not have to do anything, and that I will have art supplies, a sunny roof and two kitties to keep my company.
For the last time, I will go to Buenos Aires. With no expectations except to take a break. No people I must see, or film, nothing I 'have to do". Not even bringing dance shoes. I am bringing the yoga mat, and will be doing some serious practice, even if only alone.
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