An observation that one encounters (and that came to mind a handful of entries ago, when I was talking about what I hoped to do with this diary) is that to be an artist one need not sacrifice the sort of work-life balance that is indicative of ‘good’ mental health, emotional well-being, and proper or appropriate boundaries with regard to relationships, self-care, political engagement, etc.; and that, to the contrary, the notion that an artist ought to abandon themselves to their pursuits, with a kind of recklessness or incautious resolve, and blind commitment, belongs to a romanticism that has no basis in reality, that is mythic instead of actual, and a relic of thought that is no longer applicable in an era as enlightened and conscientious as our own.