Putting down the brush is one of the hardest things for an artist to do. Or so goes the adage though I'm not sure if that's true. I'm not an artist after all. But I can relate to the sentiment.
Work has always been first and foremost on my mind. I started working during high school so a part of my childhood and all of my adult life was spent on that hamster wheel.
Trying to wind down the crazy pace into something more sane and healthy for my mind and body is harder than I thought. After being trained on the wheel for so long, letting go of the urge to pick up the phone or type away an email is like quitting a comfortable drug cold-turkey.
But like a drug, it only hurts the more I hold on.
Bills get paid. The roof stays over my head. Food gets to the table. All should be well, but the corporate grind is making me profoundly unhappy. The sooner I can ditch this all for the cabin life, the better off I'll be.
Here's to a fresh start.