Gag Reflex

I've finally learned to get over myself. I swallowed my pride and may have gagged on it a bit. There's nothing wrong with having to get a part time job to make ends meet and to fund my art addiction. I don't believe that money is the root of all evil, but isn't an idle mind the devil's playground? Gotta keep busy. Gotta fuel my fire. I'll be getting lenses soon enough. I'll be creating a gallery show in time. I'll have my "secret life" as an artist. It's funny how the only person that could open the door was myself and I was the only one who kept it shut.

Let's see if I'm employed by the end of the month. Money can be earned by those who are willing to earn it, right? I suppose my artistic powers weren't meant to be honed in by "the man." Rather, I should unleash it upon the world...MY WAY. As a designer, I should be my own boss and someone else is funding the goods.

Hey, I'm learning here.