While I biked to Yoga today, I realized that as much as I don't want to, I need to get out of this town. Actually I realized that a long time ago, but it was just really reiterated today. Last Friday I ran into my bane--though it turned out in the end that she was less my bane than I her savior. Somehow from this I need to learn to believe in myself as much as my family does. I feel like my not painting would injure her soul more than mine. And I think it might kill me. That would be the number one reason why I won't quit. Carol even knew.
So as I look for a job, maybe I should quit looking so far away from myself.
I'll keep looking that far.