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You focus on now, and you focus on a single Now. And in your mind, you picture a line, a timeline, split in two - (so, technically, in three – it crosses your mind) – with the two pieces going off in either direction, further and further, exponentially, pulling further and further apart from each other. And then, you just imagine that it was still one. And you open your eyes to the sound of birdsong as you are standing on the fourth floor, your hand still in Nomas’s - and you are not alone. - @deadcanons

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.