I have had a sort of epiphany recently in regards to my art. This is so obvious, that it seems ridiculous that I didn't realize any of this before.
I don't have to be good. I don't have to try to be like other artists whom I admire, and it's stupid to beat myself up when my work doesn't even come close to measuring up to theirs. I'm a hobbyist, not a professional. I don't have to feel bad because it takes me a month to finish a painting, and it doesn't matter if people don't like what I draw. If I want to spend 6 months on one painting, it's okay. It doesn't matter as long as I enjoy the process, and who cares if the results turn out sucky? I don't. Not anymore I can't believe how silly I've been for feeling that way in the past, and I've been drawing for a fairly long time now. Yet I've never really been able to call myself an artist. For some reason, it always felt strange to even think of myself as an artist. I thought that I wasn't good enough, and undeserving of that title. But I am finally over that. I am done comparing myself to other people.
I am an artist It seems like I should have known all of this all along, but somehow I am just figuring this out right now. Oh well, better late than never, I guess.
I feel a lot happier and more inspired all of a sudden. I'm also thinking that I'll start uploading some of my photography and modeling, maybe even an occasional bit of writing.

While this whole journal may seem silly and insignificant, I really wanted to just get all this written down somewhere, to have someone see it. I don't typically write journals like these (heck, I rarely write journals at all), but right now I feel like I could stand on top of the highest mountain and shout to the world, telling everyone how incredibly relieved and happy I am