Even thought things around me moved, I felt that I was stuck. I literally moved 3 times in 2 years. Starting from my apartment to camping in an empty house after which I made a trip in a self-made van along the entire coast of France and Spain, stayed in a yurt for a month, and then back to Belgium. From the empty house I got placed into an emergency housing, back to the empty house and then a final move to a tiny place in a block where older people live their last days. Only temporarily…
I kept feeling stuck.
A tiny detail is that mostly I just can’t sleep. It is a torture and a struggle. I want to do great things and live my life but without sleep, even months in a row (1.5 h a day), many opportunities are just blocked. I started losing hope, felt stuck. Seeing less and less people.
But then,
A couple of weeks ago, I found something to do that is also possible when you lack sleep, when you can barely stand.
Art
And so a new journey started,
drawing and painting nature.
It is a big force of hope, passion, love, expression… playing with colours and the swing of a brush.
I feel less stuck now.
