It's been a couple of weeks into 2012, and I've had my roller coaster of emotional turns already, with my decisions to turn down graduate school and instead work on my writing/art and my physical health, while supporting myself in the city. I've felt fear, doubt, nervousness, fear, pride, confidence, fear again, and... hope, all in the span of 2 weeks while I've felt the pebbles in my stomach feel less and less heavy.
I forgot how great it felt to paint something on canvas and to write something in a journal, filling my head with ideas. My goal for 2012 is to run a half-marathon (^^) and take a full commitment to my artwork and my abilities to tell stories, keeping my feet on the ground with deadlines for manuscript submissions and the acceptance that there may be multiple "no"s along the way.
I'm giving myself until June 15, 2012 to get one of my ideas published.
The truth is, I thought about it one night... and realized that one day, I would wake up and regret not trying to be an artist.
"It's said that if you do what you love, you'll never work a day in your life. Well, if that's the case, then for the past forty five years or so, I've never had to work. Hah. Because my passion in life has always been acting." --Morgan Freeman
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