They say this as I’m sobbing and the clock is going around and around and I’m certain I won’t stop until it does. For the first time ever, I wish it would.
By Arizona Bell
With the holidays in plain view, many grievers are gearing up for the absolute worst time of their year—cold months where seemingly everyone around them is in warm, good cheer, as perhaps they themselves used to be during this season, yet they can no longer relate. Feeling quite opposite of cheery, they feel the despair of feeling somehow misplaced. Misunderstood. Missing.
Have you ever felt more alive than when bringing something to life, in whatever form? Have you ever felt happier than when admiring one of your own creations—whether a child, a painting, or a gourmet meal? I sure as hell haven’t! Whatever your particular kind of fancy, it feels intrinsically damn good to give genesis to something.