It was 18 months ago, 1:30 a.m. on a Saturday night. 
I just had a design breakthrough and did a little victory lap around my studio. After my moment of glee, I flopped back into my chair and stared down at my nails, ragged from a six-day marathon at the bench. My to-do list for Sunday was long: invoicing, preparing photos of my new work, a few hours of Photoshopping, updating my website, fixing my sandblaster, tending to my freelance advertising clients, and… oh yes, I have a family, too. I suddenly felt tired. Deflated.