For me, it became an opportunity to express myself in fiber, which morphed into somewhat of an addiction. Hard as I tried not to be a 'Mandala OverDoSue Maniac', I could not stop myself from going round and round with my favorite crochet hook 'J' and a mixture of yarns and other fibers. Would Jung have a field day with my psychological expression of self or what?
After several months of maniacal crocheting, cramped fingers, and aching shoulders, it ended with a collection/gallery of table centerpieces. I did rugs, too, but that's another letter.
What's your 'Modern Mania Mandala' of Self Expression?