Then I had to go to a meeting and there was not much love in that room. After it was over I felt like I had been run over by a truck, or at least a golf cart. I guess I am just not cut out for the "politics" nor do I ever intend to love it like some people do. I think there are many that thrive on it but that will never be me.
I felt kinda crappy for a while, then I came here to my "creative space" did some drawing, painted a little and had a great time looking at all the beautiful art that my fellow students are doing. And you know what? I feel great again!
I hope that you have a place or a thing that makes you as happy as my art makes me.