The sensation of eating biscuits and drinking tea on a Sunday morning:

More wolves

Loud bark deep bite 💋 feels cathartic to draw snarling animals…

I have a deep love of bullet journals for this very reason.

I can scrapbook inspiration, then just jump into drawing. Then, the next page is my grocery list or what I need to tackle that week.

Do whatever you need to do to get drawing or writing again friends!

#art #writing #bulletjournal

Are you intimidated by 30 Day challenges or any kind of Inktober-like challenge because you won't be able to commit to it?

Here's a lifehack: Change your mindset on what "30 days" means.

This year, try breaking some rules: 30 Days doesn't mean it has to be back-to-back. (1/4)

I learned that progress is not linear.

When you heal, grow or experience grief you don’t move from rock bottom in a clear diagonal up to “better again”.

And personally, I needed to enter a mindset that I WAS an artist/writer because I never really stopped—despite trying to “quit” (dramatic ik)

Gaining my independence, getting a slower paced job, and pursuing self-care (like finding a therapist), helped give me all the time I never had to create art.

But I was surprised!

I spent most days doing nothing “productive” or towards any creative projects. I had no urge to draw or write.

I was 27, on antidepressants, debating going to therapy, teaching English to 4-5th graders with hopes that my summers would give me time to do what I was really passionate for.

It was around the time I turned 30 when my mind and body had hit my limit and I knew I needed a career change.

Being officially diagnosed with depression and anxiety—helped make sense the of pressure, fear, feelings of hopelessness, and deep sadness that I wasn’t good enough to call myself a writer or an artist.

When I turned 28, after the diagnosis, I started my first large project, a Daily Comic Zine

I have been planning my next year’s creative goals and projects as well as reflecting about my journey. Growing up I was discouraged from making art my career, and spent a lot of my early adulthood just trying to earn money and getting burned out in the process.

Sometimes I forget I have two autobiographical zines I’ve seen to completion. They were finished, not perfect. Today’s a good day to think back on the work it took to for me to call myself a writer and an artist (1/?)