I'll be taking the first real steps towards building my studio tonight. It has been one of those projects I had been afraid to talk about. I did not want to jinx myself mostly. I can't say I haven't done well in the last five years, but I can confidently say nothing has gone according to plan.
For those of you unfamiliar with my life and care to stick with me, I'm a twenty five year old Cum Laude graduate with a Bachelor's in Science of Psychology from Missouri State University accompanied by dual minors in Biomedical Science and Religious Studies. That's what happens when a degree plan does not go according to plan. This combination happens to be attractive to graduate schools as are high scores on standardized tests, a clean record, successful internships, and employment history that includes years working with cancer patients. What am I doing now? I'm sitting at my Grandmother's house blogging, drawing pictures, and reading novels assigned in adolescent lit classes until the football game starts. That's what happens when graduate school plans don't go according to plan.
Around the time I moved to Dallas, I didn't have much of a plan. Without one, I was distracted by trivial BS. At my age (maybe at any age), BS-no matter how trivial- can be a serious threat. I was getting sick, loosing weight, attempting to self medicate with diet and sleep, jerks... Luckily my vices don't fall in the substance or self-mutilation category, but needless to stay I was not reflectant of the model healthy early adult of which I had such an extensive expensive testable comprehension.
So I made a new plan. I moved for the first time ever. I got a job. I made money which I saved and used to expand my credit limit. I traveled and saw how many ways this life thing I had been having such a hard time with was lived; I realized that no one, no matter how disciplined or knowledgeable, has ever created an entire successful human life without adjusting course or taking a few hits.
So that's what I'm trying to do. Navigate using talents and resources fate has granted me at this point. Turns out I can draw people. Really I can draw a ton of things, I just like people the best. I appealed to several friends via social media and from the few projects that have resulted, it has become apparent that I need more space. Space that isn't my bed or the floor in front of someone's couch. Good thing I've been working for tips every freaking second of my life since I moved to a higher income area without the burden of rent or debt! Good thing I've shacked up with a member of my family successful enough to secure a home with unoccupied rooms! There seems to be a ton of things in my life to be thankful for after a time where I became very good at feeling sorry for myself. So I guess what I'm after more than anything else with this post is a psuedo-physical manifestation of a grateful heart and maybe a level of social accountability.
Grape Fest is next week. In case you're missing the wine content hang in there!
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