Life happens. You get dealt with blows. You find a way to make it work.
The last 5 years haven’t been easy. When COVID came onto the scene in 2020, it added an extra curveball we didn’t need. Trying to find a vice to take off the edge hasn’t come easy. Alcohol wasn’t an option, nor was any sort of gambling. Both had the possibility of going down a road I was not willing to go down. I’ve seen others go down that road.
It wasn’t until after we moved that I was given enough space to figure out something that would work. Journaling has helped, but not as much as finding a creative niche. I’ve always loved being able to find ways to express myself creatively. In our house, we have a ‘creative bin.’ It is filled with everything from crayons, markers, paint, paper, googly eyes, pipe cleaners, popsicle sticks and everything in between. We’re always adding to it.
After taking a peek into the creative bin earlier this week, the wheels started turning. Ideas started forming. Creative juices were flowing. Items were plucked from the bin and I set to work. Once done, the anxiety that I’ve been experiencing eased a little. Being able to find a way to distract myself proved to be helpful. Will I something creative again? Yes. If it helps ease my mind and curbs the anxiety, I figure it’s something worth exploring.
What is something that you like doing that helps you?
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