I have absolutely no idea what to write about. I think about stuff all day. I get excited about what I’m going to “blog about”. You can ask Laura… at least once a day, at some point, I get emotional about something (excited, happy, frustrated, I-can’t-believe-they-did-that) and I say “I’m going to blog about that tonight!”. Psh! It hasn’t happened yet. I’m sorry.

On another note… sometimes I worry that Art really is something you’re born with, and that maybe I wasn’t born with it. That upsets me, because I absolutely love to create, change, alter, and beautify anything I can. I’m great with Photoshop, and I absolutely love code, and design on the internet. Other than music (more art) it’s all I want to do.

The thing that keeps me going – when I’m busy being an idiot and doubting myself – is this thought:

If I gave up art, what would I do with my life?

The simple answer is: nothing. I wouldn’t be happy at any job I can imagine that doesn’t allow me to fix, beautify, create, etc… and since there’s nothing on the other side I know for certain that I must absolutely push on and do what I want to do. What I love to do. And sometimes that’s really, really hard. And really, really frustrating. But I don’t know why.

The End.