August 4, 2010
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And so it goes [he said some time ago], I bowed out almost two months ago as a food service survivor. Thank God, my foxhole was almost swallowed by ineptitude and bad business. With several scratches and lessons learned, I’ve taken to the streets.
I have not yet suffered the hardest hit- life is still lightly padded inside these walls but a prison, nonetheless. I spend my time crafting for no buyer, building for no contractor, and somehow I am still alive. How? And further, why am I about to plunge so deeply into a line of work with which I have no definitive experience? I see the dots, the pattern, the intrinsic qualities- this job is made for me, and I merely have reach out and take it. Will I find success, and if not can I pick myself up again?
I think I have found it, and I hesitate to breathe it, for fear it will vanish as a superfluous inclination. However:
I want to be an art director.
