So no, this isn't really about resetting my system.

Imagine trying to run your life at half capacity, but everything else expects you to be at full strength. No allowances. No shortcuts. The pace, the responsibilities, the expectations - they don’t slow down. You just have to keep going. This, to me, is what midlife feels like. Even while unraveling quietly, the days keep asking things of you. You don’t get to go live on a deserted island and ride it out in solitude. No, you still have to get your butt out of bed, go to work, and figure out...

Lately, I’ve been digging into the topic of art therapy. The deeper I explore the practice of creativity as care, the more I realize how closely this defines my relationship with art. My connection to visual art has always been a form of self-care, shaped by whatever season of life I’m in. A response, not a product. Looking back, I can see this as a throughline. Creativity as self-care has always been there, even before I had language for it. In college, I chose an Advertising Design degree...