There was one point of time in my life where I brought my work with me everywhere. It felt like an addiction. 

I used to shoot back to back morning-night every weekend for three days straight, and then immediately afterwards go through an editing frenzy where I cranked out image after image like a machine, and I thought that I was doing great. At this high speed it felt like I was unstoppable and I would reach the top of whatever ladder I was climbing and triumph over all. 

Thinking like this would eventually lead to my demise. I burnt out. There was too much going on at one time and although I was shooting more than I ever had, my images became less creative, less thoughtful, and devoid of all things that made me the artist I was today. 

Eventually I slipped and lost my momentum.