I don't know what I'm doing with my life. There are too many things that I like, and too many little things I don't like about the things I like. Does that make sense?
I want to be an art teacher. But I also want to be an artist. And also, I want to be a psychiatrist. And I want to go into art therapy.
But also I don't know because school is hard.
School.
Is.
Hard.
I want to take more art classes. I want to paint. I want to sketch. I want to color.
I WANT TO ART! Is that so much to ask? Apparently, because I'm not taking any art classes this semester. And I won't be taking any art classes for a while. At least two more semesters, not including this one.
My emphasis is in art. But I don't want it to be. I want it to be my minor. Then it will be a bigger part of my schooling career. It would be fun.
And what kind of art?
Painting.
Watercolor mostly. I love watercolor.
I have been so busy lately, I haven't been able to paint that much. And it makes me sad. But it's okay because... I don't know actually. It doesn't feel okay, but I'm sure it will be.
And another thing. Every day that goes by, it gets closer and closer to Valentines Day.
Scary stuff.
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