On the shallow surface of everyday life there is a paradox of drudgery and divinity. As the course of my life has shifted deeper into the traditional roles of adulthood I strain to find beauty in the burdens of cleanliness, timeliness, and patience. My body has become secondary to my acts of service for my family and home. My mind, when given quiet, looks back to the saccharine haze of nostalgia and stirs it into the brew of all I drink in throughout the day. Through my process I reconcile the often contrasting facets of my ever changing existence.