Joy. Moments of pure bliss. Intense burning happiness. The trick is to not let them be fleeting moments. Forgotten or overshadowed by battles and pain.
It might seem a little crazy to someone who isn’t me. Or who isn’t a designer or some other sort of creative. But design saved my life. And I am never happier than I am when I am designing.
After my car accident, when I could do little else, I could design. When the pain gets bad and I can’t go out, I can still design. When I can’t explain with words how the CRPS has affected me, I can design.
When I am designing, I know where I fit in in this crazy world. My universe makes sense and all the crazy ups and downs fade away. The pain is just a little bit less. My body sucking is just a little bit less.
Colors are more. Flavors are bolder. Scents are sweeter. Everything’s brighter. That’s joy. And that’s what happens when I design.