Some days I just don't like the same things that I do other days.
Some days I wake up, and Physics just has no appeal to me anymore, and I am simply not a physicist. I am an artist. :)
Today was like that. I can do physics fine, so my job still is fine, but it isn't as exciting as it is most the time. It is almost like my brain is rebelling and going on holiday. I guess that means that the left side of my brain just quits and lets the right side take over completely for a day. I probably shouldn't enjoy those days as much as I do, but as I sit typing in my chaos of a kitchen (paints and all the rest of the junk that goes with painting strewn everywhere, pain on chin and thumb) I am very happy about it. These days could happen more often and it would be okay.
Sometimes on these days I am a dancer. That's fun, too. My pianist days don't happen very often anymore. I wonder if all scientists go through sudden day career changes. Or maybe I am just not a real scientist. That's okay too. What about real artists? Do they have scientist or scholar or writer days? Do professional musicians have random days when all they want to do is build things? Or do doctors suddenly have a longing to be a professional chef? Or do chefs suddenly desire the life of librarian?
I would like to think they do.
Wow, thank you. I've been having this train of thought recently, as well. After catching my first fish last night and seeing some guys haul in some massive king crab, I understood what motivates someone to become a fisherman and I had a split second desire to be sufficient like that through the land.
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