Look at this. Just look at it. Isn't it beautiful? Clean but interesting. Clever. Fun. I want to be able to do stuff like this. I'm an amateur at this photoshop business (as you can see from some of the images I edited), but this is what I want to do.
For the few times I let myself indulge in dream jobs, I want to be a graphic and web designer. Create promotional material and bomb ass websites. I want to make something beautiful and sleek and cool and I want to get paid to do it. They say it's not the kind of thing you have to go to school for, but it probably helps. Lord knows I don't know anything about graphic design and aside from my doodles, it's nothing to write home about.
In my dresser drawer, I have these brochures from colleges that have some really amazing graphic design and art programs. Sometimes I imagine that kind of life I could have if I went--a place where no one knew who I was or who my grandmother was or why people hate being around us. A place where I could be me.
And then Benny comes running in with Penny the Penguin and starts asking if we can go outside and play. That's when I remember -- oh right. It costs money. You need talent. You need to give up your family.
So, #nope. It goes back in the drawer. I settle for maybe being a teacher or find something that'll make money now. Because what'll happen to Benny and Grandma if I left? How would I make sure they were okay?
