Overwhelmed

I haven’t touched my workspace in about two weeks. Mentally preparing for Tiki’s final days consumed my days and nights. I couldn’t create. I wasn’t as present. My sleep was more erratic than usual. Proper nutrition meant nothing to me and I’m paying for it now. Junk food and pineapple wine were my friends. The Grande Dame was withering away on her throne and I was powerless to do anything other to comfort her, to plan out her final days here and wait. Fuck cancer.

Now I’m ready. Normally I would minimize my pain and apologize for being behind. Nope, I needed time away and I’ll need time away again, I’m sure. Grief comes in waves. Sometimes it knocks the monkey shit outta you. I’m going to sit down at the art station and try. That’s all I can do.