Respite

I find that there is danger in solitude. Left alone with my own thoughts can be both a benefit and disastrous. I played hermit yesterday since hubby worked a 24 hr shift and my son was with his dad. I didn't want to venture out since I find lately that I am overwhelmed by the anger displayed by the road ragers. Why is it that there are so many people who feel entitled? This is evident is so many of the teen drivers in Orland Park. I become so angry that I feel like chasing them down when I see them practically forcing older drivers off the road. There can be so much injustice that it really pisses me off (oops sorry!). My father in law is dying that slow death where the body is shutting down but nature is merciless and won't let him pass in peace. The way the health care system keeps bouncing him around from hospital, to nursing home, to home because of their bureaucratic rules pisses me off. Hearing that my old bosses are still playing their "good ole boy" bullshit pisses me off. So needless to say, all the time I've spent sitting in traffic and watching injustices has taken its toll and leaves me disgusted with humanity. So as not to become like those I dislike, I decided to hide out for a much needed respite. Although I enjoyed my time by tackling a few things I'd been procrastinating on,I haven't touched anything to do with art. A few posts I've read in AW talk about the benefits of being around another artists. I realized then that in cutting myself off from humanity I'm also cutting off the ones I need to realize my growth. Being around other artists inspires me to create. Without them, I don't create - at all. This has been such a stumbling block for me. Perhaps I should work on this one. Atleast I kept busy long enough not to pay attention to my ego.