There are times over my career when I would feel quite sad.
Not so much now, but there have been times when I thought I would give up on my quest to be a glass artist. There was one time I came close, almost sold everything, to move to the Outer Banks of North Carolina to work as a carpenter, bartender, or something similar.
As with most things, I wanted answers right away, which made me quite harsh on myself. Grasping at almost every idea that entered my mind, I missed the subtle cues of my emotions, rubbed raw, and festered in their efforts to get my attention after being ignored for so long.
I have learned after all these years that my depressive feelings mostly come from pushing myself too hard, especially in the direction I want them to go.
It is important to give my feelings the time to work on their complicated tasks, much like the time and space I need in my work. Walking, motoring, and enjoying nature provide them the freedom to do their best.