Chicken and the egg? Same kind of question, which comes first? Am i feeling blah in the neutral zone because of the blahs and neutrals outside, or am i deliberately dragging myself down because it’s easier than fighting it?
A hastily set up appointment this morning with Dr X, who has hit that rusty nail on the head. My exercise today is to USE COLOUR.
But this is what we’re talking of here, “extreme” colour, “real” colour:
(I won’t argue the validity or definition of “real” in this instance.) I’m to translate this into sad colours, and then happy colours. I like this approach. I’m also not to dwell on detail or making it perfect.