Apathy

Do you also accept that you're wonderful? And strong? And intelligent? And admirable?

Are there any other art schools in your area? Art schools with physical environments that fail to trigger, or amplify your symptoms?

When shit happens, I just compost it myself, Anne.

If I were to hand shit, when it happens to me, over to someone or something else to compost on my behalf, I can't help but imagine I would feel incredibly discourteous for doing so.

If I were to appeal to inner wisdom, I can't help but imagine I would feel either terribly confused or conceited.

I wouldn't want to involve an already busy deity, deities, or the universe, nor claim wisdom in order to do so.

And just so you know, I now have the mental imagery of manure piling up on God's doorstep. However I can't imagine Him rolling His eyes or frowning at the sight. Which I find, from a literal perspective, quite disturbing, while figuratively adorable *chuckles