Getting Back In Touch with The Artist

I've had a semi-identity crisis the past few weeks since I've returned from my back-to-back business trips from my bread and butter job. As glamourous as the "starving artist" persona seems to be, it isn't really which is why I uphold the traditional 9-5 job so I can support my eccentric and ever-changing passion of "artistry". (At this moment, it is photography.) Since I've returned back to my chaotic reality, I've had to make more sense of what mess I've made since I've left. It started with healing what was my tired aching body by getting a massage and a liberating lunch date with myself one weekend; the following weekend consisted of anesthesia (dental work, to put it mildly) and getting out of my comfort zone and taking head shots of a new friend (which I was very pleased with the results) and hence, organizing my living space to make sense of a partial portion of my life. This weekend, I was semi-recluse-I realized I had become somewhat of an ice queen, masking my feelings in order to keep myself from breaking down mid-week at the bread and butter job. So, I made it a point to shed tears where I have allowed them to be shed-my bedroom, watching "The Notebook" (I must admit, my first intention of watching this film was to enjoy the aesthetically pleasing, James Marsden, whom I dream of marrying one day if things don't pan out with my DJ boyfriend) and finally doing my nails. It also took a few emotional conversations with my loving and oh-so-supportive boyfriend to realize that I had sort of lost myself in the whirlwind of my 9-5 job (which is entertaining, by the way)--I have to find out what makes me, "me" and what makes "me" "happy". I'm glad I was able to allow myself to finally express emotion this weekend and pay attention to what I really need. I feel it will help me with my future personal projects as well as becoming inspired again (since I've felt I've been lacking in creativity as of late).

I wrote this merely, as a glimpse into the life of the modern, realistic, aspiring artist overcoming a huge transition in her life (I think being slightly intoxicated with Ouzo may have been a huge push, too). Also, I hope to look back on this part of my life and see if there is a difference in my work before this post and after this.

Thank you for reading up to this point! Your support is grand.

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