This weekend has been much less busy than my typical weekend.
After working the last 28 days without a day off, I found it hard to relax. I felt lazy and useless. I felt like I should be productive and busy. My kids call it “rest”! Is that a thing? I’ve been working two jobs for almost 9 years. Rest is not in my vocabulary.
I sat at my dining room table today and just tried to relax. So I turned on some music and started drawing. I never knew I was even remotely artistic but I’m amazed at my own drawings.
Anyway, no real point of this blog except that I’m trying desperately to get out the trapped feelings of trauma on paper, since I can’t seem to speak it.
I hope you like my art, even though it may feel dark or sad. I’m a tiny bit proud of it.
Until next time – I am being MJ every day.