I'm back. Thanks to a weekend of solitude, a few counseling sessions, and the end of my first trimester. I don't know if prenatal depression is a thing but I'm pretty sure I had it.
I'm slowly, slowly learning to stop living out of my own energy and understanding, because I just don't have enough. The little I do have I devote to fruitless "managing" (read fretting), but I'm letting that go too. Slowly.
Feeling really encouraged by my time in the studio today. I think I might begin a series visually exploring monastic practies. Absolutely giddy to get back to it tomorrow.