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Oil on Board with Black Wood Floater Frame
When I was still working as a high school counselor I had trouble falling asleep. I laid awake and worried. I would replay conversations I had during the day with my students...did I say the right thing? Did I do the right thing? Will I see them tomorrow? When I got desperate for sleep, I sometimes tried counting sheep, and occassionally it actually worked. Most times, it didn't. Since I traded my counseling job for an artist gig, I sleep like a log.
8×8
Oil on Board with Black Wood Floater Frame
When I was still working as a high school counselor I had trouble falling asleep. I laid awake and worried. I would replay conversations I had during the day with my students...did I say the right thing? Did I do the right thing? Will I see them tomorrow? When I got desperate for sleep, I sometimes tried counting sheep, and occassionally it actually worked. Most times, it didn't. Since I traded my counseling job for an artist gig, I sleep like a log.