Only a couple of weeks ago everything seemed to be going down the tubes. My life was in shambles and I just couldn't get out of it. I was numb. Instead of work, I'd rather read a book. I really didn't want to design, work, talk or do anything. Some might call it depression, I call it lack of inspiration for life. Granted this was only regarding my work/financial life. And I know the negativity permeates to your personal life too, and it did a little, but I only really felt this way about my professional and artistic life. Coming home was a pleasure, and I just wanted to stay around the wife and the kids. When it came to even talking to a client...arrgghhh..it was dreadful. Until the magical day...