What I wanna be when I grow up
I'm there.
I think I've finally grown up......or maybe I just woke up.
At the ripe old age of 36 , I finally know what I wanna be.
I may not be talented enough....But I AM hungry enough.
What started out as "my little hobby" has grown into something that I NEED....
It's almost a hungry feeling that I get.
I've been doing this for two years now, I taught myself and I'm still learning.
I've stuck with this , unlike so many other things.
I've studied hard, I've worked hard, I've dug DEEP , and still I keep plugging away and learning and DOING.
I've picked a very over saturated market......we're a dime a dozen......but I don't care....It's not about the money...it's about the feeling of accomplishment....the feeling of FINALLY doing something that fits....it's the peace or the pain or the excitement or the disappointment when things don't go quite the way I intended them to go.....it's the feeling that matters....I feel again when before I just felt a little numb....I think that this was the piece of the pie that was stolen from me from such an early age....the thing that's been missing.
I've developed my own style, or maybe that's what was already there to begin with , untapped, unexplored.
I've almost given up, telling myself it's pure shit.....letting those voices in my head create self doubt....
Voices , be damned.
If you tell yourself you're shit over and over again...you're shit.
Mind over matter...isn't that what they say?
It's true.
Once you give in and let go of all of the self doubt and all of the excuses and stop listening to the voices in your head....I think anything is possible.
I wanna be an artist.
Peace and pretty dreams,
Steph G
Here's a link if you wanna take a peek.
Steph's Fantasy
I think I've finally grown up......or maybe I just woke up.
At the ripe old age of 36 , I finally know what I wanna be.
I may not be talented enough....But I AM hungry enough.
What started out as "my little hobby" has grown into something that I NEED....
It's almost a hungry feeling that I get.
I've been doing this for two years now, I taught myself and I'm still learning.
I've stuck with this , unlike so many other things.
I've studied hard, I've worked hard, I've dug DEEP , and still I keep plugging away and learning and DOING.
I've picked a very over saturated market......we're a dime a dozen......but I don't care....It's not about the money...it's about the feeling of accomplishment....the feeling of FINALLY doing something that fits....it's the peace or the pain or the excitement or the disappointment when things don't go quite the way I intended them to go.....it's the feeling that matters....I feel again when before I just felt a little numb....I think that this was the piece of the pie that was stolen from me from such an early age....the thing that's been missing.
I've developed my own style, or maybe that's what was already there to begin with , untapped, unexplored.
I've almost given up, telling myself it's pure shit.....letting those voices in my head create self doubt....
Voices , be damned.
If you tell yourself you're shit over and over again...you're shit.
Mind over matter...isn't that what they say?
It's true.
Once you give in and let go of all of the self doubt and all of the excuses and stop listening to the voices in your head....I think anything is possible.
I wanna be an artist.
Peace and pretty dreams,
Steph G
Here's a link if you wanna take a peek.
Steph's Fantasy