I called a meeting of my artist group and had made it clear to everyone that they HAD to bring a new piece or idea to discuss. But I myself had been working long hours and hadn't had the time or energy to do a thing. I had made it clear, now that the crunch was over at my job I wanted to leave at noon the day of the meeting so I could have a few hours to get an idea together. I walked out of the office at three and the first guest would be at my house by five!!!

I went into my studio and looked around. I was in no condition to host a gathering and would be breaking my own rule as I didn't even have a new sketch. I was sure my slacking would set the precedent for letting the group fall apart. I was so angry at myself for letting this happen I saw an old guitar, a few boards and a crate sitting on the floor and I broke them into pieces with my bare hands. I made a box from the broken boards and stuffed the rest of the smashed guitar into the box, sealing them in. I felt great. My anger was contained.