Since quitting one of my jobs, I’d been able to sleep better and catch up on everything I forewent in my life. The pandemic is brutal and since I’m a frontline worker, I definitely caught the beginning and end tail of the monster. I’m just glad I can take time to sit down these days, a cup of coffee and a vape in my hands, while typing in my blog.

For the longest time, I felt dead. I couldn’t paint or write. Creativity left me. Or maybe it was the other way around?! I kind of gave up on creativity for money working two jobs. And while that took care of every financial responsibility I had for myself and my family, hustling this hard beat me up in ways that are difficult to recover from. It will take me some time to bounce back up.

I only hope that I can paint again. Or go back to dancing and doing things that give me joy.