I woke up screaming in pain because of a massive leg cramp. What a way to start the day!

I need to find a new job, but I don't want to make the effort. I really don't want a traditional job. I don't like sitting at a desk all day with no windows to look out.

I want to be an artist. I am an artist.

I want to have a cup of coffee in the mornings as I sketch out and research my ideas. I want to experience the joy and pain of unloading kilns full of beauty and crap. I like to see my work displayed lovingly in someone's home, or worn to a special occasion.

I love to watch people when they look at my work. Whether they smile or frown, I like to see a reaction.

Instead, I am a paralegal in a personal injury law firm. I still have a sketchbook, just not time actually create what I am thinking about. I will change this. I will move forward. I will be an artist.