I sometimes look up at the Mona Lisa print hanging on my wall and wonder, “Did da Vinci have bad days?”

Did he have stressful days where he wanted to give it all up?

Did he question why he did what he did?

Did he find people utterly exhausting some days?

Then I pause.

Of course he did, because he is human, and it’s likely what fueled his art.

And go back to sipping my tea.