Throw a bowl. It falls. Throw a mug. I break it. Make a cup. It's ugly. I've been trying to be joyful with "humdrumness" while also doing my best to push myself in something I really love and feeling like I'm falling short on both sides. Believe it or not, a melting pointy stick thing indicating that the kiln fired well at 6am has pushed me to continue striving for both things. There's a bigger picture. Life is ultimately good.