...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!
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Hm, maybe too much coffee this morning... (pumpkin spice creamer is little cups of liquid awesome)