Uncertain Times
Professionally, things are ---let's just say---tenuous. I'm not sure what's going to happen a year from now, or even six months from now. Everything is so up in the air and the economy is really terrible. I mean, for god's sake, the LA MOCA might not even exist next year. After over 50 years' worth of collecting, scholarship, and paving the way for the contemporary arts scene, they might just get swallowed up by LACMA due to insolvency. I'm not saying that we're in as much in trouble as MOCA, but I'm saying that honestly, the arts are not on the national priority list since there are more and more hungry mouths to feed and homeless people to shelter.
I have to press on with grad school. I've just worked too hard all year and things are too uncertain in the local economy right now. I mean, what if I lose my job next year because of budget cutbacks, and I didn't apply to graduate school? I'd be pretty much up the proverbial creek.
Anyway, I can't think about that now. I am going to be fine. I have my health and my family. Even if the "worst" did happen, it might actually get me to move my ass out to San Francisco, which I've been trying to do since October of 2005 anyway.
I have to press on with grad school. I've just worked too hard all year and things are too uncertain in the local economy right now. I mean, what if I lose my job next year because of budget cutbacks, and I didn't apply to graduate school? I'd be pretty much up the proverbial creek.
Anyway, I can't think about that now. I am going to be fine. I have my health and my family. Even if the "worst" did happen, it might actually get me to move my ass out to San Francisco, which I've been trying to do since October of 2005 anyway.