Creating in the Midst of Grief
Gold Standard - Be A Lady Rebutals I keep thinking I’ll have a moment to catch up. A day where things slow down, where I can sit, breathe, and make sense of any of this. But grief doesn’t work like that. It doesn’t wait, it doesn’t ask, it just shows up. And now I’m here, standing in the middle of it, with the same question circling me over and over. Do I keep creating or do I stop? I’ve tried not creating. People say that’s what you’re supposed to do. Give yourself time, step away, rest. And I understand that. But for me, not creating doesn’t feel like rest. It feels like something going quiet inside of me in a way that makes everything heavier. I sat in front of my work the other day, brush in my hand, canvas in front of me, and nothing happened. No pull, no direction, no urgency. Just this weight sitting in my chest, like everything I couldn’t say had nowhere to go. And then right behind that came the thought, you should be able to do this. You’ve done this your whole life....