I've mentioned Misty Mawn's book before; it was one of three that inspired me to finally pick up a brush and start painting. I bought myself a copy today, having spent most of the week longing to pick up that brush again, but too unsure of myself to try. I am fully aware of the ridiculousness of this position. Nevertheless.
I get tired of trying to figure things out, which 1) should probably teach me something of the futility of trying and 2) won't stop me trying. Days like these I would like to let the all the tangled threads of my fears and failings go and dedicate my life to something completely beside any kind of point. To quote the wise words of Douglas Adams: You live and learn. At any rate, you live.