If it don't fit...

...don't force it. Duh. I've been trying to do artwork all day for a little side project I have going and I thought it was going to be fun. It's not. This is why I got out of graphics. I can't force it. I draw when I draw. If I'm not feeling the flow/Tao, it ain't happening. Might as well read a book. Instead, I chose to slam my forehead repeatedly in to the muse's door, hoping she would eventually open it. The muse was not home. Grrr. I then turned to get some inspiration from this gigantic book of poster art that I got for Christmas, but it just made me sad that those guys can draw better than me. How pathetic is that? This is the endless loop of doubt that plays throughout my life. sad. As I get older, I think I am actually getting better at relaxing in to a project, but not today apparently. Nothing is possible when stress and tension are the only motivating factors. I know this to be true. And yet,.. yet...there it is.

I did however do about an hour of ukulele meditation which made me feel considerably better and then Sharon made me watch an episode of Jeeves and Wooster which made me very happy.

On a last happy note, civil rights leader Ann Atwater has agreed to be part of my audio documentary on poverty. Score.