Tortured Artists
So, after the talk with the art teacher today I feel (at the same time) really determined that I'm going to reach my goals, but at the same time I feel like they're really really out of reach. I've been pretty motivated lately to suck less at life and pull up my pants. Which I think is an expression, but I don't think that I have it quite right. Either way, I've just been picking up my shit in general. Getting on top of school work, busting my ass (or at least trying) to actually start working on my art again, and cleaning up around the apartment more. It's actually kinda a nice change, but whatever. All is... good enough.
I've been thinking, though, what would I do if this fell through? What the fuck would I do with myself if I never managed to get into this and actually manage to be a tattoo artist? I sure as hell do not want that to happen, but it might. Or, I might just be stuck for half a decade waiting for the right opportunity to get an apprenticeship. What would I do with myself? It would suck, obvs, but just... what the hell would I do? Hold a job at a bookstore until I could do what I wanted?
Argh, I drive myself insane sometimes thinking like this. At the very very least, I can get a lot of nice ink for myself.
It's getting late. I should get to bed soon.
I've been thinking, though, what would I do if this fell through? What the fuck would I do with myself if I never managed to get into this and actually manage to be a tattoo artist? I sure as hell do not want that to happen, but it might. Or, I might just be stuck for half a decade waiting for the right opportunity to get an apprenticeship. What would I do with myself? It would suck, obvs, but just... what the hell would I do? Hold a job at a bookstore until I could do what I wanted?
Argh, I drive myself insane sometimes thinking like this. At the very very least, I can get a lot of nice ink for myself.
It's getting late. I should get to bed soon.