My life may have gone back to complete shit; can't draw, can't paint, can barely get house chores done. But when I see my husband jump from vocals onto drums, it makes me feel all the connection to my blood lines I ever wanted for myself. He was rocking The kids aren't alright and it just warmed my heart. Had to share.
I hope this week has gone better for anyone reading this. Rock on, write on, draw on. Just don't stand still. When that option has been taken from you, you will know it. And you will say exactly the same thing.