I get why you sent this to me. This is basically the terrain I work in. That moment where something falls apart and everyone pretends it is just a small bump, while you can already feel the ground shifting. My work sits right there in the mess, helping people figure out where to put their feet when the old road is gone.
What hits is how honest this is about the gap between before and after. You cannot explain that door to someone who has not walked through it. You can only stand nearby and hope they remember they are built to survive the crossing. The part about grit feels less like motivation and more like muscle memory. You keep showing up, you keep solving the next piece in front of you, and one day you realize the reroute did not break you. It just forced you to become someone who knows how to keep moving. This was beautiful :)
I feel like we have had very similar paths! I admire your bravery though... I usually go kicking and screaming. Interesting also is my mom died when I was 4. So we both have that grief in the background too. Looking forward to reading more of your work!
Ah yes, the kicking and screaming method. A classic. I respect the commitment to dramatic exits. It sounds like we really did end up walking oddly parallel roads, grief included. I feel like losing a parent isn’t even that original anymore. It’s kind of a mainstream experience at this point haha (I use humor to cope).
Thank you so much for reading & commenting. Funny even knowing this you feel uneasy. This is my 3rd time getting to a better ‘other side’ but it's still scary when it's happening.
I get why you sent this to me. This is basically the terrain I work in. That moment where something falls apart and everyone pretends it is just a small bump, while you can already feel the ground shifting. My work sits right there in the mess, helping people figure out where to put their feet when the old road is gone.
What hits is how honest this is about the gap between before and after. You cannot explain that door to someone who has not walked through it. You can only stand nearby and hope they remember they are built to survive the crossing. The part about grit feels less like motivation and more like muscle memory. You keep showing up, you keep solving the next piece in front of you, and one day you realize the reroute did not break you. It just forced you to become someone who knows how to keep moving. This was beautiful :)
I feel like we have had very similar paths! I admire your bravery though... I usually go kicking and screaming. Interesting also is my mom died when I was 4. So we both have that grief in the background too. Looking forward to reading more of your work!
Ah yes, the kicking and screaming method. A classic. I respect the commitment to dramatic exits. It sounds like we really did end up walking oddly parallel roads, grief included. I feel like losing a parent isn’t even that original anymore. It’s kind of a mainstream experience at this point haha (I use humor to cope).
This is beautiful, Maria.
It reminds me how creativity feels when we stop forcing it and let it flow.
I’ve learned that moments like this become easier to catch when we build simple systems that keep us consistent.
I’m exploring more of that in my Notes if you’re curious.
I love this way of seeing it. Thank you for sharing your story and your experience. One day someone will read it and it’s exactly what they need.
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Thank you so much for reading & commenting. Funny even knowing this you feel uneasy. This is my 3rd time getting to a better ‘other side’ but it's still scary when it's happening.
We sometimes need a reminder especially from our past self who has already been there and done that. 🤩