Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

On giving ourselves grace in grief...

Grief has a way of flattening time. Days blur. Energy thins out. Things that once felt easy—making, sharing, showing up—suddenly feel enormous. Lately, I’ve been moving through one of those seasons, the kind where your best looks nothing like it used to, and you have to learn (again) how to meet yourself where you are.

I didn’t have it in me to make something new.

Instead, I found myself opening old folders, scrolling back through photos of artwork made in a different chapter of life. Pieces created when my hands felt steadier, my heart less heavy. At first, it felt like cheating—like I was failing some unspoken rule that says you must always be producing, always be new, always be moving forward.