...begins with one awkward, HORRIFYING step.
So... despite the warnings from every comedian/critic of all time I quit my day job.
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I am working from home for a call center to help with bills but the REAL goal is to motivate my butt into working on my art and discipline
. I've been doing cheap little portraits to get my name out there (for those of you who don't follow my scraps: asheltots.deviantart.com/art/S…
) and I've been setting a schedule for me and the baby.
OH! Did I mention with this plan I get to stay home with my baby!? Best. Thing. Ever.
Except, I love him, but when his dad gets home I'm like "OH THANK GOODNESS TAKE HIM FOR JUST TEN MINUTES SO I CAN DO... SOMETHING. ALONE! LIKE GO TO THE BATHROOM... ALONE!" Seriously, he is so freaking adorable right now with that whole, oh mah gosh I want to be with you every second OR get into EVERYTHING with this new found superpower called WALKING
but man, he's a handful. An adorable, adorable handful.
Right, sorry, got off track.
Anyway, wish me luck guys. I really want this to work. The idea of me rejoining the work force makes me want to cry just because it seems like if that happens... it means I failed. O ^ O
But I wont because I CAN DO THIS! YUS!
Hm, maybe too much coffee this morning... (pumpkin spice creamer is little cups of liquid awesome)