I love art. Probably not, okay for sure not, all art but a lot of it. I can certainly find an appreciation for the talent it takes for art I don't necessarily like overall. I love visiting the art museum and wandering around a wing. I go to a different wing every time I go. In NYC when we go to The Met, which we try to do every time we are in the city for a good amount of time, we choose a different wing every time so eventually we may get through the whole museum! (Although I have heard of people who have grow up in the city going to that museum their whole life and still haven't gotten through it all! It's a brilliant place, I adore it.) Here in Colorado, the DAM offers free admission the first Saturday of every month. The oldest redhead and I would go for a day, take a different wing each time we went, and wander and get our fill. I'm grateful for art because of the expression it prompts. It prompted the artist to express and it prompts an expression in me. Life without expression would be dull and flat, art brings dimension to life.
I've been thinking about it for over a month. Usually, when I'm in it I'm engaged. But this time? I started it indifferent and I've felt indifferent all along. I should have never started. Hindsight is 20/20 they say and they aren't wrong. So when I opened my eyes this morning it was clear. It's time. Time to quit this 365. This is the first 365 that I haven't posted several of the days, the first 365 that I wasn't super excited about, the first 365 that I've quit. I've changed my social media presence and interactions the past year so this is also the first 365 that hardly anyone has been interested in. Is it the topic or my decision to not be as accessible on social media? Or is it some other reason altogether? Well, regardless...I'm throwing in the towel on this one. I can't say if I'll ever do another 365 again. Time will tell and I will know if and when it's time.
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