One thing leads to another.
Okay, so I have a confession: I haven’t too productive with my art these past few weeks. ((Sigh))
I’ll tell you why…. I kind of hate my day job, and it’s really bringing my shit down. I’m spending more of my nights contemplating how I’m going to bounce from the disorganized land of hypocrisy then I am in my lala-land of happy art creation.
I asked myself 10 million times a day: do I drop the microphone and say, “fuck it, I quit”…or do I do the more sensible thing and do a job search and then formally put my 2 weeks in.
I’ve decided to do the more “adult” thing and start the job search aaaaaaaaagain. ((Sigh))
I realize that there is no such thing as a perfect job. I mean, even being self-employed for that short time in my life wasn’t all that it was cut out to be…and I can’t just quit every time things get hard. But, this is a matter of personal principle. I can’t (and don’t want to) stay with a company that is about 2 seconds away from a full federal investigation. I mean, they may think the rest of the world is as stupid as they are, but…there are still a few people with fully functioning brains—and I’m one of them.
Maybe that’s why the turn-around rate at that organization is sky high? Hmmm?
Anyway, that’s my dilemma.
I swear, if people knew just how delicate being an artist is they would be willing to pay more for pieces. To be able to come up with something takes the perfect combination of life elements to be able to get to that “creative state” and right now, I’m a little off balance.
But then again, after typing that…I’m starting to think, and art has always been my ladder and/or my rope that I reach for when I’m trying to get out of a junky situation. Maybe instead of not creating because I’m feeling shitty, I should actually be pushing myself to make more?
Hmmm… maybe I just solved my own problem.
Alright, good night moon. Winnie’s gonna dust off her paints and create again after all…
Love you all…. especially you, dear reader.