That's what my dad called the life of a lawyer before I went to law school. I didn't really believe him, and dismissed his words as typical Dad hyperbole.
He was right.
I've taken the last three days off after finishing a big project, and I'm amazed at how my brain has returned to creative mode. I've photographed daisies, new sunflowers, my dog, and a sprig of leaves in the twilight. I've encountered the full moon, a big spider, and my own fears. It's amazing how much else that work blocks out for me. I've always known it, but it's part of the tradeoff I live with. I need to remember to get away frequently, so I can be myself often.
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