I'm now a Supervisor at the Mental Health Facility I work at. I have been for a long time actually. I have a number of staff most of them are stable enough, good workers too.
I have been starving myself of art. I'm not sure if this is deliberate or that I'm just lazy. I have thousands of ideas everyday; some of them good--but all of them neglected.
The funny thing about plans and intentions is that intentions change, where as for the most part a plan is concrete. Sure it can be changed, but it is still a plan.
I need to get out.