Once again I believe I am out of my mind for even considering this career or going back to school. I must be completely devoid of my senses. Really.

Started first official Art Therapy class. The teacher is a little odd, but OK. I can tell I will need to play the academia game with her. So, everything I read for assignments, I am underlining, not to learn, but to fill in the "teacher-wants-this" "blanks" of final papers. I already know what she wants. I just have to feed it to her in a format where she thinks I have learned something.

Like everything else in life, I may run from the starting gate thinking i am inspired or called or doing something for self-fulfillment only to discover soon thereafter, I have turned it over to others. I am doing this process for everyone else now. Oh well. If I keep them smiling I can keep them at bay.