And so, we begin
I am past my midlife crisis. I bought my soupy little sports car, ran the marathon I wanted to, then a few more, then switched to cycling. But still… the long arm of stress keeps creeping up me like a vine crawling a tree. Mostly it is work related, and seems to be immune to hiking, biking, and taking deep breaths N times a day. It is clear, that I am doing something wrong in my life mix. I work hard. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about work. Admittedly, I work in a technical field where sometimes the best solutions can occur in the middle of the night when you mind is free to roam down any path with abandon, but somehow, someway, I must win the battle with stress. When I was a kid, I liked to draw. All kids do I suppose, but I wouldn’t just doodle, but takes weeks and weeks toiling away at one drawing. You could say I wasn’t better at art than anyone, I just was a more stubborn about it. I have never taken an art class. Well… I did once in high school, but all ...