There was a time when joy came in the form of crayons, paint, and a plastic yellow caddy I wanted more than anything in the world.
As a child, art wasnāt just something I enjoyedāit was my escape. In a life that often felt chaotic, creating something beautiful gave me peace. But somewhere between growing up, becoming a mother, surviving hardship, and carrying the weight of āreal life,ā I quietly let that part of myself slip away.
Years turned into decades without me even realizing I had abandoned the one thing that once made me feel whole.
Until one day, I found my way back.
Reclaiming a childhood passion isnāt just about picking up a hobby againāitās about rediscovering a piece of yourself you didnāt realize you lost. And sometimes, that return can bring more healing, joy, and peace than you ever expected.