What do you do when the world falls apart? ☄️
For the longest time, all I could ever do was fall with it. If it was going to crumble to dust, I would just crumble with it, along with everything I had to live for. How many times, though, does the Phoenix have to be reborn from its ashes? Doesn't it get exhausting? ...It does.
I turn to the work, now — I call it "work," but the truth is that it feels like many other things, too. Like a comfort zone, a challenge, a familiar space, a responsibility, and a world of its own. It doesn't crumble as long as I'm still standing, and that alone keeps me going.
If I'm alive, the work is alive. #noiredelatour - 1 hour ago