12:58 p.m. - 2003-05-27
I can't help but feel that there is a writer, a sculpter, an artist buried in this corporate woman's psyche. I have drawn, I have written, but nothing like what I can do in my dream world. I have solved the most complex algebraic problems in my sleep but have been unable to remember the solution in the morning. I failed math 5 times before bribing my last professor with M&Ms and beer to help me graduate college. I got an A.
Somewhere between the sleeping and waking mind, there is a bridge that I have not found. To be that open and free of the constraints of doubt. That would be a gift.