Butt Dust

That's right:

I said

BUTT DUST

The message of my collage, above, is true about me.

The message of my collage, above,

is true about me

TO A FAULT.

Lots of interior time sharing goes on,

studio & patio roosting.

A lifelong pattern.

My Daddy-O used to have to

'punish me' by

forcing me to go outside.

This year,

2010,

I want to emerge.

MANIFEST,

remember?

For me, that means I have to make

deliberate action plans to shake off my

BUTT DUST.

Once a month,

I am going trekkin.

Starting 01/31/10 - Butt Dust Buster #1:

Toni is driving to Jerome, AZ.

I've never done the drive myself,

because I'm afraid of heights,

& it's a

LONG and WINDING road

up scary narrow hills

peeking over really-far-down drops.

But I'm fed up with being afraid of that drive,

because Jerome is one of my

favorite places in Arizona,

& there isn't always someone

[a driver]

available or willing to go WITH me

every time I need a fix of the place.

So Butt Dust Buster #1

will concurrently see me addressing

a) the issue of getting outta my own head,

and

b) one of my genuine fears.

I will have a passenger along,

someone capable of taking the wheel

if I can't muster all the way.

But I intend to keep trying.

And said passenger

will also be in charge of

photo-documenting my trek,

so I have journal & blog

evidence of my progress.

What might YOU do, by way of a

Butt Dust Buster?