I started to fall, and I was falling hard, falling fast. I was headed deep into a pool of self-imposed pressure.
I said yes to this, of course to that, so I could do it all and learn it all.
I want to be excellent.
I have to be excellent.
But I was quickly learning that it's impossible to be excellent while drowning.
I was becoming a person I'm not. I heard, saw, and felt less. I found myself uninspired because I couldn't recognize inspiration.
So I went to the Museum of Modern Art to detach and recharge.
When I stood too close to the large canvases, all I could see were the brush strokes in disarray and the modge podge of colors.
But with a few steps back, I could begin to see...
All I needed... a few steps back.