[col-sect][column]Is it possible that we go through periods of creative stagnation and not just stagnation, but detachment – as in temporary loss of interest in actually producing? Of course, I bring this up not for the hell of it, but to talk about myself as we all love to do. And yeah, haven’t been feeling like producing much over the past week or two. Just want to chill and take it easy actually. So I flirted with the idea of a change of scenery, a getaway to a sunny beach, but my languor said “enh” and it didn’t happen. Seemed kind of complicated to put together and I just lacked the sufficient enthusiasm to overcome the obstacles involved in organizing a vacation. Like filling out a vacation request form? No, that’s just not going to happen. Choosing a hotel? Give me a break. And filling out those assy online forms to plan the dates and the details? Oh man. Way too inconvenient. So I’m still here. Getting away would have been a nice way to celebrate becoming a registered architect, which by the way, officially happened on Monday, but I’d need a personal assistant to make it happen. Don’t bother me with the questions, just get me to a sunny beach.

And maybe this lethargy is like dropping it into neutral after crossing the finish line. After all it has taken me eleven years from first starting off on my architecture path to registration. [/column][column]And many tens of thousands of dollars and countless school all-nighters suffered through tech school and a masters, psychological drama battled through, dozens of weekends sacrificed, thousands of hours logged at six firms, and millions of AutoCAD lines drawn on over a dozen projects, nine NCARB exams sat, the oral review grilled, an oath taken, dozens of forms filled out, two or three mentors, interviews, deadlines, setbacks, and actually also a bit of luck.

You’d think that there must be this pot of gold waiting at the end of this journey that would rationalize the massive effort. Well, actually no. Not automatically. But I do now finally enjoy the privilege of referring to myself as an “architect,” a word whose use is governed by the Architects Act:

63 (1)  Subject to this Act, a person not registered as a member or as an architectural firm must not use or be held out under the title “architect” or any similar title or description or use, and must not advertise or be held out under any name, title, addition or description implying, or likely to lead the public to infer, that a registration under this Act applies.

Now this architect just wants to rest.[/column][/col-sect]

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