Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe taking a huge leap into a creative career was irresponsible. Illogical. Completely nuts. Maybe my longing for happiness shouldn’t have steamrolled my sense of duty to a stable job and steady paycheck. Maybe my dreams should have stayed in a crumpled heap in the back of the closet. Maybe this was a bad choice that other people would never have made in a million years because, they too have a family to look after.
After all, rational people do not drop out of college one year before graduation to take care of their mental health after spending $20k on an education. Rational people do not move across the country on a whim to start a new life. Rational people don’t get engaged 6 months into their relationships. Rational people don’t wake up one morning and say, “Hey, I’m going to become a cartoonist.” Maybe I’m going off the deep end …
Or maybe I’m not.
I made a series of choices. Over the past 5 years, I have taken the biggest risks I’ve ever taken before. I wandered aimlessly and eventually allowed Fate to take the threads and weave a life for me. Now I find myself on the path to happiness and I actually LOVE my life. I love it more and more with each passing day. I’m living in the moment rather than being haunted by my past or worrying about my future.
Rational people don’t do things the way that I’ve done them, and that’s okay. It turns out, maybe I’m not as rational as I thought I was. Irrational works well for me. Following my bliss works well for me.
Big shout out to my dreams, which are never gonna give me up. I wouldn’t be where I am now without you.