I haven't written a journal in a good while, and this seems like the perfect occasion. Not considering this is a month late....

I graduated from college!

Sorta!

For the past two years, I've been working towards my Associates in Arts at the community college in my area, which was a drastic change in pace that I hadn't experience since high school in over a decade. I put my focus into art classes apart from general education, and while some classes were a breeze, others such as Speech and Life Drawing were brutal. Now that I have my AA, I hope to transfer to another college where I can get my BFA and do something with my art.

It's a bit of a shocker, though, I'll admit. I'm so used to working dead-end jobs at places that require minimal skills that it almost feels wrong to leave that part of myself behind. I'm still a lazy fool and that will never change, and graduating with high marks created a bit of an existential crisis for me. I'll save that for another journal, however, because it's a story that I constantly revisit internally, and I hate every instance.

I've sunk so many aimless years into my art, and while I struggle to have a consistent drawing schedule, I have many ideas that I'd like to bring to life now that I have the confidence and working education to back it up. Nothing is guaranteed, but I'm happy with where I'm at now and where I'm heading in life. My only regret is that it took this long for me to find my path. Oh, and did I mention that I've been working at local libraries for the past two years? Once the quiet kid hanging around the book stacks, forever the adult hanging around the book stacks. I love it. It's funny how things fall into place.