I don't know if this counts as a confession, but my grandmother passed away a few months ago, and honestly? I think maybe I'm… relieved. Not in a cruel way, I loved her, and I looked after her for years after I finished art school, but it was just so much, you know? And now it's like a HUGE weight is gone and I can finally THINK about making my own stuff again without feeling guilty. Am I the only one who feels this way? It feels AWFUL to even type it out.