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.