Just one week into doing “The Artist’s Way” program and already I’ve baked the cake I’ve been lusting for in my heart for five years. The power of procrastination is strong with this one.
If you don’t know much about “The Artist’s Way,” it’s a program for “creative recovery”–a phrase that makes my bowels twist. But I think it’s working.
In a past life, I did all things wonderful and creative. I wrote short stories and poems, drew, acted, painted, played the piano, did needlework … Then I turned 5, and that all came crashing down. Kidding.
You know how it happens. Your life gets more complicated, more adult, and you don’t have the spare time or money or space in your brain. You’re working and/or going to school and/or struggling with a bad relationship and/or dealing with whatever, and you just can’t do it. You can’t justify being creative.
So, I saw the cake on the cover of a Martha Stewart Living magazine in February 2003, and I squirreled it away. And I think of that time in my life as living in an absence of hope, just struggling, but obviously I thought I’d make that cake someday.
Five years later, I’ve made the career change that was just a fantasy. I’m living in a city I love. I’m a happyhappy newlywed. And I’ve made the cake. Testify!
So, bring on the creative recovery. Even if that phrase makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
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