Thank you. Thank you for all your thoughts on Instagram. I solved my little unproblem by removing two thirds of the account's followers, keeping the ones I know and/or trust, and then set it to private. It feels much better. Less like I've thrown open the doors and windows of my house and invited randoms to set up cameras where they like. Now I can start to think about a public, project-based account.
It's March, isn't it? And for me that always means a touch of the mad hare. I can easily leap from Winter's dreamy, contemplative ways to 'OMIGOD I have the best 25 ideas EVER!'. If I look back through my blogs to posts I've written at this time, firstly, many of them will be written on a relatively new blog, and secondly, they will be all about how I've found The Thing and I'm dedicating the rest of my life to it. For realz tho. For ever. Then by about June, as Summer's lazy #Can'tBeArsed to do anything but relax and enjoy the outdoors feeling hits, I'm over it and feeling a) guilty, b) ashamed and c) another step down into the pit of worthlessness that comes with repeatedly failure.
Happy days. But at least I'm aware, right?!
So I'm going to attempt to avoid long posts about what I'm [not actually] doing. I'm going to try to direct my March crazy towards staying on the path I've been slowly exploring since the beginning of the year. I'm going to try to make some magic that's grounded. Yes dear Reader, I'm going to attempt self-discipline. Hey, stop sniggering at the back.
I've no doubt that I will spin off now and then. Sorry. My sensitivity to these energies has long been something with which I have a love/hate relationship; to the point of medication. But that's gone. Time to learn how to ride the wave.