​I’ve been trying to get back in the studio forever.
It was just not happening.
My studio was ugly. So I redid it last July.
That wasn’t it.

Maybe I was scared to tie my passion to external validation again.
The moment art stopped being for me, the moment I opened the door for sales,
​it started being about the clients.
“The business.”
It stopped being fun.
Maybe that’s why I kept finding other things to do. I tend to do that.

But my first First Friday in years is coming. Fast.
Like, in two weeks fast…
And I still haven’t started painting again.
So in a last-ditch effort to shake things (and my hands) up, I booked a little beading class at a cute shop in town.

Not because I love beading (I don’t).
Not because I have patience for tiny little knots (I don’t).
But because I had a strand of tourmaline I bought in Italy and a strand of turquoise I bought in Israel on my last trip there in November, and I wanted to learn how to turn them into necklaces.​

​And Then… Chrysocolla Found Me.
The instructor suggested something bigger—easier to work with for this particular technique.
And that was tough because I don’t like big, I like dainty.
But then I remembered Chrysocolla.

I asked.
She showed me.
I picked up the strand.
A stunning blue-green necklace that looked like it belonged on a tropical beach.
(Just like me).
​

​The Bead, The Knot, and the Shift I Didn’t See Coming.
I sat down.
Watched the demonstration.
It looked super complicated.
But to my surprise, I immediately picked it up.
And I started inserting beads and tying knots.

I don’t have patience for tiny knots.
I don’t find repetitive tasks meditative.
I didn’t even think I’d enjoy this class.

But somewhere in the middle of tying those knots… something shifted.
I dropped out of my head and into my body.
Into my hands.
Into the rhythm.

​Finally.

After months of trying to force myself back into creating…
After all the overthinking, the “why am I not in the studio yet?” mental loops…
It took a beading class—something so not my thing—to break the resistance.

Maybe it was because…
This wasn’t something I was learning in order to sell.
This wasn’t about an offer, a collection, a price tag.
It was just for me.

☆ No pressure.
☆ No expectations.
☆Just beauty, intention, and the simple joy of creating with my hands—making something I wanted to wear.
​

Once upon a time, Soul and Human set out on a journey together.

Soul always knew the destination. She saw the big picture, the why, the magic of it all. She walked with confidence, trusting every twist and turn.

Human, on the other hand, was more cautious. She wanted to see the map, double-check the directions, and make sure they weren’t making a mistake. She carried a heavy backpack full of what-ifs, second-guesses, and past regrets—just in case.

At first, Soul walked ahead, while Human hesitated. “Are you sure this is the right way?” Human asked. “What if we should have taken a different road?”

Soul smiled. “This is our path. We’re exactly where we need to be.”

But Human wasn’t convinced. She kept looking at other travelers, wondering if their route was better. She stopped often, adjusting the straps on her backpack, making sure she was “ready.”

One day, they reached a clearing with two paths. Human froze. “What if I choose the wrong one? What if I mess everything up?”

Soul sat down under a tree and laughed. “You can’t get it wrong. No matter which path you take, I’ll be right there with you.”

Human sighed, dropping her backpack onto the ground. For the first time, she noticed how heavy it was. She had been carrying doubts that didn’t belong to her.

She looked at Soul—so calm, so certain.

And then it clicked.

They weren’t separate. They weren’t on two different journeys. They were walking the same path, together.

From that moment on, Human stopped hesitating so much. She still had questions, but instead of stopping to overthink, she asked them while moving forward.

And for the first time, she felt it—the joy of the journey, the ease of trusting, the magic of simply being.

Because the truth was, Soul and Human always wanted the same thing.
It was never Soul vs. Human. It was always Soul + Human.

And together, they walked forward—lighter, freer, and completely aligned.