02/06/2026
Somewhere between being a mom, a wife, and a dog mom, my artist self quietly sat in a corner with a creative block the size of a mountain.
I kept watching people create art in bulk and started wondering am I even an artist anymore, or just someone who used to be one?
Then I went back to my homeland, India. Did absolutely nothing…
Smelled the roses, Literally and metaphorically!
And somewhere in that pause, this book found me on Instagram. I haven’t finished it yet, but every page so far feels like a gentle nudge, a reminder to breathe, to stop comparing, and to keep things in perspective when creativity feels stuck.
Also bonus points: it’s an easy read for a non-reader with zero patience for words (yes, that’s me 🙋🏽♀️).
Maybe creative blocks aren’t the end.
Maybe they’re just part of becoming… again.