In all the lunacy that has been going on with the broken ankle, I've had a few moments of sanity. Funny how that works.
With time off from everything, my mind has had a chance to clear and get down to the nitty gritty of a few things. With it, there have comes pangs of regret, slaps across the face and maybe a couple pats on the back, as well.
I re-read my first post and found that it coincides perfectly with what I've been feeling the past few days: I wish I had gone on to art school and immersed myself in it.
Why didn't I?
Oh, I had many reasons, some of which were of my own choice and some that were out of my control... and they don't matter now. What matters now is trying to find a way to go after what I now know I want and have been wanting.
Another part of me wonders why I would even need to go to school. I guess I feel I'm missing something. I haven't figured out what the 'something' is. If I get an education, I'll receive guidance on how to improve what I already know and most likely will learn some new things I didn't know existed.
Am I correct with wanting to go to school? Would a community college be sufficient?
I do know I want to create and I want to the best creator I can be. :)
Pointers? Ideas? Recommendations?
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