I have no idea why, but I have not been feeling like myself. Even being in my own skin feels alien.
The good news is that I still managed to pitch up here instead of going back in my shell.
I haven't written any fiction yet. But I am doing a psychology Diploma course right now. It is about Jung, and I absolutely love it. I am learning so much about myself, and about concepts that might sound unfamiliar, but are right up my alley. Thoughts and ideas that I have always had, but didn't know there were actual terms for them. Or that they were real. That it wasn't just me who thought about certain things a certain way.
Jung was a great believer in studying myths and folklore of cultures to understand people, and the psychology of individuals. Each community, or country has their own folklore and myths. This course feels like it belongs in my world. Just like writing does. Both play a vital roll in my true self.
I am not quite myself. But I am happy I could write this post. Because last year I did one post and this year I have at least two.