It’s not the work you remember but the other stuff

One of the things that bugs me is that during the busy times, the work gobbles up all available time. It chews up all the time that would be given over to doing the fun stuff with family, reading books, seeing movies, things like that. Look back on that time and all you’ll see is a big hole in your life because I don’t think you remember the work. Sure, you remember the resulting image. As an illustrator, if I like it enough I’ll stick it up on the wall and probably look at it almost every day at some point in later months, years. I forget the amount of work that it took to get there, but I know I am missing the memories of the time I could have been spending during that period doing the fun stuff I listed earlier. Well, I guess I’ll never know.