Recently I experienced a period in which it seemed I was attempting to climb a mud hill. What had once seemed a perfect stage to launch my many creative endeavors now felt more like exercises in futility. No matter how resolute my resolve, how dogmatic my approach I could not seem to get out of my own way. Simply put, I had made a mess in my kitchen and it was time to put things in order. Now you must understand that I, like many of my sister entrepreneurs often forget the simple rules of physics; namely that we are not gifted with a thirty-hour day, that our bodies require much more sustenance than chocolate and coffee or wine (insert your beverage of choice here), and sleep is not optional. I had become dangerously unbalanced. My beliefs were if it doesn’t work, just keep at it! Retreat, let alone defeat were never options. If the demands on my internal reserves seemed taxing it was up to me to figure it out. Re-strategize, reprioritize...work harder not smarter, but never stop working, never stop pushing. Not until the voices of those closest to me began to echo each other that I had to stop and take stock.