Getting All Artsy-Fartsy

I know it's been quite awhile. I have no excuse other than to say that I feel little interesting has happened to me and that I've been studying like a madwoman. I've had a few slip-ups, caused mainly by stress, depression, and stupidity. Sometimes I'm just not "all there" mentally. No surprise, I'm sure.

I've felt trapped. It took me some time to figure out why, but I finally did. All of my creativity, all of what really makes me me, has been suppressed by the major I've pushed myself into. Business is practical, but I feel so stifled by it I want to lash out, at myself and anybody in the near vicinity. Even though I excel, it makes me miserable. It's not like I'm clueless as to what my real passion is, it's art. Always has been, and I have great faith it always will. Yet I'm so into self-denial that I just told myself that art's a no-no.

I cracked though. I started looking at the requirements for an art major, just to be masochistic. But, in a moment of clarity, I knew I could do it, if I got the courage to tell my parents. Looooong story short, I'm officially an art major. I'm happier and freer than I've been in who knows how long. And next person who asks me what I'm going to do for a job and money is getting a knife to the back.

Love, Colette