My advice: So long as you harm none, do whatever it is that makes you smile.
I’m a writer and artist in a similar situation to yours. At least, I was. In my case (and it took me 27 years to figure this out), I am truly happy when I’m creating. Crap jobs that barely serve to make ends meat were only impeding the creative growth that I craved. No, not craved, needed to truly be alive. Every day I woke up and got ready for work, I felt like a small part of me died. Why was I doing this? I could barely keep an apartment with two jobs and I had no time for myself. What’s the purpose of that? On their deathbeds, no one says “Gee, I wish I had worked more hours.”
Then something happened. My brother is in the United States army and he offered his home to me. He told me that I wouldn’t have to work a ‘normal’ job. He said he'd support me so that I could concentrate solely on my art and writing. I jumped at that opportunity. Not only would I get to live with my brother, but I could put all my energy into something I loved. Who wouldn’t jump at that?
Two years and many paintings later, I’m flying to Europe to be with someone I love very much. He is also helping me to recognize a dream. He’s my partner in a new project that is very close to my heart. Because of him, I now have the opportunity to see things I never thought I’d see, and learn things I never thought I’d have access to.
I’m sorry… I know what this must sound like to you. I didn’t write all of this to be like, “ha ha, I got lucky.” Yes, I am very lucky. I never, ever for a moment in my life thought that all of this would be possible, much less actually happen! So my point is that anything can happen. Anything is possible. You can get out of that rut of job-home-job-home-woo!dayoff!-job-home. It may take some hardship to do, but happiness is very possible. I mean, who wants to live a life of misery and stress?
By the way, if you ever want to talk, or just vent, please feel free to PM me. ^_^
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