Today I sat down and wrote out every creative soul project that I want to tackle.
The kind that give me an excited chest-static-buzz.
As I was writing the list, more and more ideas re-awoke and filled the page.
The joy surprised me.
Each line a small, loving ode to my creative spirit. Filled with grace and patience, welcoming me back. I went back through my 100 Day Project (aka #100DaysofThrush) working drafts and ideas and found the note below in my phone:
Weeks before experiencing hollowing grief firsthand, I explored the idea of helping children or others through grief and loss in the story I’m building.
My first reaction to the realization was shock; a pang. I didn’t remember writing that part of the note.
Then a bittersweet (more bitter tbh), slow breath. The complexities of stretching and growing through grief is humbling and exhausting and yet – there is still space to feel sparks of inspiration. Seeing both parts of myself – the aching and the inspired – has made me closer to me.
Unlocked more gentleness.
Every time I share a little bit more is a win. A hard and vulnerable and resilient-feeling win.
