Second Wind

So. My first blog. Here goes....

After perusing many options for working out of the home for extra money and eventually sole income, I stumbled across a few articles about artists' blogs and daily paintings. It's been years since I've been confident in my artistic ability, but recently others have commented on things I've drawn for the upcoming school year decorations. I just thought, eh, whatever. It's just something I can do.

I'm still very proud of the graphite self portrait I did way back in high school. So much that it's my profile pic on MySpace. The past several years have been kind of a artistic doldrum for me. Maybe it's the fact that I didn't get into a designing job straight out of college. My family grew by one instead. I ended up working in restaurants: fast food, full service, pizza delivery, bakery. I was good at it, but it really isn't good enough for me. I love cooking, and my second choice of major in school was culinary arts, but this just wasn't what I had in mind. I always quickly made management, but never really felt a level of achievement. I'm currently a daycare cook where my girls can attend a nice school free of charge. It seemed okay for the moment... I had my one year anniversary a few weeks ago.

What I really think was the hold-up, was my living situation. I'm messy. Gross messy. Don't-have-people-over-to-the-apartment messy. This stems from hating most apartments. Well, this is the second weekend in my new and first house. I'm officially "house proud". I don't like anything on the floor, and when I see dishes in the sink, I don't just whine and ignore them. I actually wash the dishes! I know... many may think, "So what?" but unless you've been a procrastinating, lazy, lump for the past ten or so years (I'm sure my mom would say it's been longer than that), you don't know how hard it is to get out of that slump. Thanks daddy for buying me a house :) And for those who don't know me personally, no, I'm not a spoiled brat. I'm just a lucky only daughter. And at the ripe age of 27, I can say I feel somewhat grown up.

So with room to spare and a van load of clothes and stuff gone to Goodwill, I feel I have space to draw and eventually (with new supplies) paint. Huge windows, tall ceilings, and no carpet remind me of studios I used to paint in while in school and pre-college. So hopefully I can get back into drawing every day. Maybe I can make up for blowing off all the portfolio and academic scholarships I had to turn down. Maybe someday I can be a real artist.

Cheers.