For 6 days I gave myself the gift of time. Other than obligations I had already made or could not delay, I spent 6 days in my studio beginning the art for a new deck. I fiercely protected those hours, turned off my phone, ignored emails, asked my family to fend for themselves in the kitchen. For the first time in a long time I had to face my own silly fears about my art and actually push through and solve problems as they came up rather than put it aside to work on something else. I am happily surprised by the art that came crawling out of my pen once I stopped fighting it for not looking like the abstract intangible ideas that had been floating around my head. It was scary, and beautiful, and I know I will treasure those 6 days for years to come. Today my studio is “back to normal” and I’m at my computer working on less creative work. But I feel balanced.