going for something that’s not just sad? when i was in knitting school, i was a bit worried that, you know, i wouldn’t amount to anything. that was when i was still going out every week and painting with my dad. during one of those sessions, i think i made a dumb joke- like, ha ha, you must be so proud, my little sister is studying engineering and i am.... also here? dad sort of took me aside, and told me “listen, as long as you’re doing what makes your heart sing, i’m proud of you. only thing you could do to disappoint me is do something that makes you unhappy.” and it’s kinda dumb but that’s always sort of stuck with me, you know? like, i’m in theatre school now which is dope, and while i still joke about wasting my life, i’m really glad i’m working at something i’m passionate about.