Indecision

In my next life i want to be a master metal worker and glass blower.    The opposites of the two mediums is fascinating.

Because this past week and today for sure, is about self doubt and poor me, i decided to reinvent myself with a career i can aspire to in the unknown life after death.  But why not do it now one asks. So much to do with so little time and i'm lazy.

Working with metal and glass was my love  and then the muse left me and the writing muse took over.  The writing muse is still on my shoulder but i am not paying attention to the disciplined process that writing requires.

I remember the out of body feeling when i was creating the jewelry. I would heat and bend the metal and combine the now hard medium with the colorful and clear glass blobs in intricate designs to be worn on the dress, or hat, or hung from the neck.  While i was doing this long ago i didn't realize that my design were really good.  People told me so but i didn't believe them.  Now i see the inventiveness in what i was doing and the beauty too.  Damn i wish i could have known that then.  In my next life i will know it because i will have already learned that lesson---NO YOU SAY?

There is a lesson in there somewhere.  Should i take that lesson and apply it to my writing?  I'm loving the writing when i do it but boy can i find reasons to not do it.  HELP ME MUSE!!!!!!  COME TO ME!!!!!