After years at a job where my creativity gradually dwindled into a small pocket within my frontal lobe, often forgotten, often developing cobwebs and housing stray homeless creatures who wandered in and marveled at the vacant find, I suddenly found myself wholly dependant on said monochromatic pocket following a rather painful—but relieved, I must admit—layoff.
Diving head-first into finding another way to support my family, I also dove into numerous self-help books, believing that I was lacking something. And I was. I was lacking myself. And Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way helped me find… me.