A pile of 16,700 cast plaster rocks standing in solidarity of where I, too often, feel myself standing; between a rock and a hard place.

I look at all the work I have in front of me; waiting to be done while acknowledging that I, in fact, am the one who has made all this work.

My work is what I make it to be. My life is what I make it to be.

But from time to time we all need a shovel to get out.