East Coast Sabbatical Recap
Over the next 96 hours, I enjoyed almost complete isolation as I created those 150 new pieces. It felt so good to set a goal and reach it, to be the ONLY person responsible for my success or failure, and failure certainly was not an option. I took breaks to take Bruce for romps on the beach, and even went to play Quizzo with some friends at a local bar one evening. But mostly I just enjoyed my hours and hours at my makeshift workbench, with the constant sound of the waves crashing, and the salty air filling my lungs with each breath.