Feels like I'm living a dream.
Okay, let me qualify that last statement.
Feels like I'm living a dream when I stroll into a nearby bookseller and spot my patterns amidst the pages of the books and mags atop their shelves. That, my friends, definitely floats my boat. However, the dream tends to fade a little when I'm up 'til 2:00 am on a cube farm eve, eyeballs dry and barely functioning, hands fraught with pain, deadline looming, tendrils of yarn wrapping around my ankles feigning shackles, preventing me from crawling into bed.
Yeah, not so dreamy.
Nonetheless, I consider myself touched by lady luck, for I know that there are many individuals out there with talents far greater than my own who, for whatever reason, cannot seem to catch a break. So, despite the aching digits and the heart-pumping pace, I intend to ride this thing out.
Now, if I could just get my hand(s) on some Aleve...