It's moved with me at least once, and has sat on my book shelf for years, in the hope I'd get back to it.
Even more interesting was that I looked at the journal I kept it. Wow, all those old dreams, old hurts, old ideas. Things I've let long since let go of. I now have new dreams, fresher hurts and newer ideas.
And the thing is, I found my Artist's Way, my own way.
Not to say it doesn't work, or it isn't a great book. It just wasn't my book, or MY way.
I've been letting go of a lot of things lately, and one of the things I've learned to let go of is my old journeys. It's ok I didn't finish, or get where I thought I was going at the time.
And by letting go of the old things, I've made room for the new.