Does artistry always lead to anguish as is custom in much of our Society? I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate this brief talk by Elizabeth Gilbert. In February, I was back in the saddle showing up for my job as she puts it. Everyday I woke early, did my household chores and then clocked in to work on either a design or fine art project. At first it was exhilarating. I had survived. I was BACK! You see when you've had a stroke and your body is left paralyzed, you can't talk, you can barely read, your whole existence seem to disappear at least the world as you knew it, but unfortunately you are left with enough memories of life before the stroke to tease and taunt you. Well, I was back, but only at half level. I was tired all the time, living on coffee and depressed as all get out. Could I chase my genie, that allusive fairy who kept teasing me with flights of creativity. Or was it all over? Had my life stopped in February 2014. Well, I want it known for the record, that it hasn't stopped. I am still showing up every day to do my job as an artist.