I love this article and want to thank you. I am a licensed social worker, and have spent the last three years working as a stall cleaner. I took time off from my "profession" because I was beginning to feel soulless. I would be filled with dread for the upcoming Monday by Friday night. When I left my "profession" and decided to clean stalls for a living, friends and family thought I had lost my mind or was experiencing a break down, and in a way they were right. However, what they didn't realize is that my decision to clean stalls for a living saved my sanity and made me feel like I was alive for the first time in years. I never woke up dreading the work day ahead of me, never complained about the blisters or callouses that formed on my hands and feet, or the back pain that haunted me until I fell asleep at night. I recently went back to social work, and even though I have a new perspective, and even enjoy it at times, I long for work day to end so I can make my way to where my heart is, the barn.