I constantly struggle to settle two incompatible desires: the desire to relax, and the desire to work.

I valued my minimally responsible summers in Toronto. I ate well, exercised and loved. I listened to music at incapacitating volumes and performed regularly. It was exceptional.

The problem with reverting back to this life is that I also value seeing my name in print.

There is no question regarding which life I intrinsically preferred. How tragic, then, that there should be any unsettledness at all.