Sometimes I feel this way that I can't quite center my clay. I look to my left then to my right and I see masterpieces being made. I wonder will I ever be able to reach my goals. Will mine ever look like that? I look down and see a blob, my pants and shirt covered in clay. I arrive home and look in the mirror and see clay in my hair and on my cheek. I recall the art I have made for the last few months. I then realize I have had an awesome day playing in clay and life can't get any better than this.