A few weeks ago, a friend of mine gave me a copy of the book, The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. It is a self-help/self-discovery guide for anyone interested in pursuing a creative passion, or just anyone who needs to unlock their creative potential. Cameron gives readers weekly tasks to complete, and one of those tasks is to take your “inner artist” on a date. Up to this point in the book, I hadn’t had any trouble with the other assignments, like writing daily pages of stream of consciousness, or recalling hurtful moments from my past and reliving them. I understood how these things could help me, not just as a writer, but with my emotional well being in general. But the artist date threw me. First of all, it sounded cheesy. Secondly, I thought I was on a date with myself every night as it were - I live alone, so dinners and movies with just myself are the usual. Still, I had determined I would give this book a chance, and that meant the artist date. According to the author, the point of the artist date is to bring out your more playful side, because play unlocks creativity. It should be something fun, but simple. And if it lies outside the parameters of your typical interests, all the better. But I couldn’t think of anything to do. And I really did not look forward to a date with myself. For some reason I had a feeling I was going to be expensive, and boring.