This morning, I put the final coat of varnish on an art project I’ve been working on. Quite literally as I finished the last brush stroke, I suddenly felt awful. Kind of queasy and nervous and anxious. In the past, whenever I’ve finished something, most often a photo shoot, everything lights up. It feels like the volume is turned up on the world and everything sings. It’s an amazing feeling and part of why I love to find those shots that I feel I captured the best way that I could. I really expected to feel the same way about this project. In fact, I’ve sort of had that volume up feeling throughout the process of completing the project. It sucks, not only because I feel like shit, but because I’m so very proud of what I accomplished.