It could be a painting, a drawing or even this blog. It really doesn't matter. The point is that, because Lupus forces me to stay home, I can use that time to do all the creative things I left behind before I became an adult and had to spend all my time making enough money to survive.
I also have realized, by way of Lupus, just exactly what's important in life. It isn't making money. It isn't striving for monetary success, artistic perfection or public recognition. At least, it isn't those things for me. For me, it's self expression, self awareness and just general happiness with my daily life.
That shouldn't surprise me, I guess. I've always been rebellious. I've always been the misfit weirdo. Still, before Lupus, I spent a lot of time doing the things society tells us are important in the name of survival. After Lupus, I feel more in touch with the things that same society forced me to leave behind in the interest of self preservation and forced conformity.
So thanks Lupus, for getting me back in touch with reality. With creativity and free expression back in my life, I feel more like my old self. If Lupus hadn't come along, I'd probably still be drudging away in retail, denying that there was an issue and finding solace in whatever form of creativity I was allowed to engage in. That's not a life. That's oppression.