As a potter when I put on my apron, I feel like a superhuman. Like I can achieve whatever I set my mind to. I feel like my life has purpose, I feel driven and passionate about even the most tedious of tasks. Even the clay I’m recycling would be moulded into something beautiful which hopefully would be chosen by someone to adorn their home and heart someday. And I think that’s beautiful. And that’s reason enough to get out of bed and out on that apron and not want to take a day off.