This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
This year I lost a person who tied me to everything I thought was my life. And suddenly without them, I temporarily lost all sense of how to exist. It was terrifying and excruciating. And in the months that followed, it took (and is still taking) all of my strength to not allow that abandonment to consume every minute of the day or to define who I was.
And in this same period of time, I also experienced a profound moment of artistic alignment. I’m grateful that despite my grief, or maybe because of it, I was in a headspace that allowed me to recognize that alignment in the exact moment that it occurred. It surprised me. It felt like purpose. I will never be thankful for the grief that was given to me without my consent. But I’m thankful for the people in my life who have kept me in a headspace where I can still experience laughter and surprises and purpose. What the fuck else is there.
