The last thing I searched online was an image for a post I was creating. I didn’t end up using it and chose something else instead, but I remember the image:
A figure with head bowed in silhouette, surrounded by glow.
I was working on a devotional piece when frustration set in. The images just weren’t matching what I had in mind. I stepped away from it, but now I can smile at the reminder. That moment shows I was in a creative space, and that in itself is a joy.
It feels good to know I was creating today. Grief has been heavy these past few weeks, and giving myself these pauses, doing something I enjoy, has been a helpful rhythm between feeling and expressing the denser emotions.
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