Inspiration

On my last day of my "staycation," I'm chilling in my apartment reading Dan Brown's latest novel. I went outside a few hours ago and noted that it's quite beautiful out.. but I'm just going to ignore that fact. And off I go, dreaming, once again, about a career in art history where I will presumably discover lost works of art, learn about ancient symbolism and gain a better understanding about life by studying the past. And then the GRE's loom over me, $1,000 prep classes, months of studying, remembering high school MATH.. and then eventually I get back to my own reality. But then I see things like this and my excitement is reignited - a painting thought to be from the 19th Century is actually a Da Vinci!