So I ended my job at the portrait studio because of the massive amount of anxiety I got. My people skills aren't up to par for what the job demands, and I was dreading going to work because I would have to approach people in the department store and ask if they'd like their kids photographed for free--out of the blue, on a day they go shopping and aren't photo-ready. It's been hard enough getting my anxiety levels under enough control that I can talk to regular strangers while working in retail and helping people find what they need. People are scary, man. On the plus side, I do still have my Michael's job, so I'm not unemployed. I just realized that right now, if I end up working in my field of study in art, my passion may die and I'll grow to hate it. I'd rather do it as a freelance thing I love than a career job I hate. What's worse than working the fun out of your greatest love? But don't worry, I won't be working retail the rest of my life. I just need to know what it's like to have a steady job for longer than a few months. After a year or so I'll be applying for programs or jobs that will probably involve linguistics. I've always loved language, and I have a knack for learning and understanding it quickly. I figure it's my best bet for a job that will support my interests and needs, as well as keep me learning and immersed in something I enjoy.
On another note, I've finally found my spiritual home. Not pushing or converting anyone, just telling anyone who cares that I found Wicca and I've finally found another part of myself. I'm slowly working my way to being whole and knowing who I am.
Otherwise, I'm stable on meds and I am doing semi-regular therapy. Woohoo for stability, right? Yeah. Mom retired from working 40 years for the government today. I'm really proud of her for building a good career and creating the security my family has. Not everyone has that and I'm lucky.
So my big art medium right now is stained glass. When I have time I'll start posting photos.
Thanks for reading.