Full time sob. 

When you’re an artist who can’t rely on your art to pay your bills, a unique thing happens. 

You can’t find a point to anything you do at that full time job. Everyone annoys you. Every task put before you is trivial. Suddenly steady money doesn’t sound so important. I could live off of ramen and crackers right? 

I feel like I’ve spent so many years worrying about paying bills and others’ approval that I’m playing catch up. 

I woke up at 30. And I’m forever grateful for the one who did the waking. 


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