Even though I bitched and moaned at colour theory class today and found it difficult at times, I know difficult is good, even though I don't like it. I felt quiet shaken from it, there are comfort areas that need to be blown out of the water. I feel I need to find another level some how, and I can see this process is just going to go on and on, always after that something, IT, and when you find it, it is no longer it, but you still have to look. A good day now it's over.