Waking up is the worst. Not from bed, but from what I can only call "COVID slumber": the choice I made sixteen months ago to tone down and tune out much of my life in order to shelter in place, as we were told.

I, like many others, rocked sweat pants and dress shirts. I prepared many a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and discovered, yes, it does indeed pair well with a nice Pinot Grigio and endless streaming of episodes on Hulu.

But now, vaccinated and part of the U.S. efforts to get back to normal, I am struggling with embracing what I so desperately want: the joy right in front of me and the light of my own creativity. But both are proving to be a bit elusive, and a bit exhausting once I find them. Continue reading "Waking Up"