Thursday, January 29, 2009
dream a little dream
Yesterday was Shrink Day-- my very first visit to any sort of specialist on the human psyche-- though I've been under a doctor's care for my issues on and off for over 15 years.
Anyway-- I was just telling her about me . . . family history, education, and she asked about college. I explained that all that I've ever really wanted to do is art. I didn't go to school for it because I didn't see the point in going to school for something I couldn't make a living off of. I didn't go to school for anything else because I didn't see the point in going to school for something I didn't want to make a living off of-- which was anything and everything else.
Then I told her about my work history-- food service then retail and now-- I have my own business making art. Which is what I always wanted and never thought would be possible. It's true that I'm not exactly making a living, but it's also true that I'm doing something that I've always dreamed about doing. And it snuck up on me and I didn't realize it till yesterday. Weird, huh?