Each of us, from time to time, looks around the workaday work and thinks, “I should not be doing this. I was meant more something more or at least something else. I feel the call of the wild, the call of the pure, the art, if you will.”
That’s the muse whispering in your ear or bopping you upside the head. Ignore her alarm at your soul’s peril.
It is foolish to skip out on your obligations to the workaday, so don’t run out the door just yet. But figure out your escape plan, or at least heed the call and listen to the muse during your lunch breaks.
Jot down the skeleton of your art to flesh out later – heed the call – listen with all your heart as if it were life and death, because it is.