I started this year slow, which has become my rhythm over the past couple of years. January has felt like a heavy weight, not just from the aftermath of the holidays but from trying to keep up with the constant grind of selling, creating, and pushing forward. I’ve been giving myself permission to reset, to care for my family, my home, and most importantly, myself.

As I began to clear space for creativity this year, I found myself sifting through broken pieces of ceramics that had been piling up for way too long. Broken mugs, shattered trays, cracked plates, buckets of past work, each piece carrying its own story of imperfection. For a long time, I held onto them, unable to let go, almost as if they were pieces of me I couldn’t release.

I took these shards and broke them down even further, as if I was breaking down pieces of my past. I spent hours sorting through them, getting familiar with their shapes, their imperfections. And little by little, I started placing them together. One by one, slowly, without forcing them to fit perfectly. I let them fall into place, trusting the process, not focusing on how each piece should connect.

This process felt so freeing. I’ve recently been doing a lot of work on not being weighed down by my past, and I carried that learning over into the mosaic, allowing these broken fragments to create something more than I ever imagined. As I placed the final pieces, I realized that, like my personal journey, these shards were never meant to be perfect. They were meant to come together to create something bigger, something more meaningful.

Creating this mosaic was a beautiful and therapeutic experience. It reminded me that sometimes the things we see as failures are actually the very things that can create something new and even more beautiful.

If you're curious to see how it all came together, check out the process video on YouTube, Instagram or TikTok. I hope it resonates with you too.