Today's lessons at school told me:
I still can't draw, (There have been long discussions with my teacher, listening to her trying to convince me that I am like a lame person walking around without my cane. Because I am not using tracing paper, I am showing the world my faults). At first I found this nearly humorous but now I am just tired.
Using prominent watercolor edges with prints is very boastful. (I thought it was pretty).
My photography is not quite stock photo quality, nor quite fine art quality.
And I am not capable of photographing events.
I'm durable folks, but everyday life becomes more and more like a marathon. I'm at mile twenty-three. I was talking to a friend a couple days ago about this. We both know what its like to feel the last few miles of a race. "No emotion, no thinking, just a lot of pain and noise."
I feel like I have abandoned what is important in life,
A steady job-