I doodled a dream house.
When I was younger, I decided I'd only live up to the age of 27. I couldn't even imagine what life would be like after grad back then. I thought, I'll just give me 7 extra years after grad to enjoy life, do whatever the hell comes my way. No dreams for myself and my family, raising a family of my own was out. Sure, I chased a goal to be a litigator sometime in 2012 but I crashed and burned in law school hahaha. I'm never going back.
I'm turning 33 this year. My favorite number. I'm finally working on things I've always wanted to do years ago that I just couldn't cause I either don't have the funds or I'd rather spend the whole day playing. I tabled at a con last weekend and it was the most fun experience I've had in forever. Everyone was just celebrating each-other's art! I went as a solo artist but I never felt lonely cause my seatmates and tablemates were so warm. We enjoyed each other's company. I'm just so happy, I'm starting to dream again. I actually and finally want to build a career with my art. It's not just a hobby anymore for me. I'm so elated, I don't give a fuck about AI art. Or at least I'm not as worried as I should be cause I'm happy.
Don't get me wrong. I'm still neurotic. There's always a thought behind my head that this happy high I'm feeling is temporary and I *might* crash and burn again later in my life. But I'm stuffing that behind a closet for now. Let me enjoy this while it lasts. It's a rare feeling.
