The Life of a Drop-Out Artist.

When I started college, I had a go-getter attitude with a point to prove. I wanted to prove to my previous high school classmates that I was good enough, and that I mattered.

As all young people, I felt invincible and as if I had the right to become famous for something. I wanted to make a name for myself.

My first year I attended a large university, and ended up really liking the fall semester, but the second semester came and all changed. I didn't see the point in having to have chemistry or Public Speaking to be a successful artist, and I still don't. After officially dropping out of the university I went to a smaller community college, and the teachers were so much better, but the art program did not challenge me. It helped me realize that I was a fabulous artist, and I wanted to continue to create, but I couldn't stay in an environment that wasn't challenging for me.

So, I dropped out of the community college after the fall semester and decided to go out and discover what my true passion was.

I worked in childcare for three months, and loved the kids, but it didn't allow me to create anything. I moved on to a job at a local bakery doing retail and being a baker's assistant. This was more up my ally, but seeing as I wasn't allowed to touch the cakes, I still wasn't getting my creativity out.

At that point, I decided it was time to just give up thinking about a creative job, and focus on making a little bit of money, so I was hired as a medical assistant at a local clinic, where I stayed for a year.

I loved it, but I also hated it. I was making a livable wage, and liked most of the people I worked with, but I felt empty, like I had given up on my true love, my soul mate.

Last Friday was my official last day listening to people drone on about how sad their lives are at that clinic.

Today was my first day without a job. Today was the first day I have no direction on where to go. I have never felt better. I feel free to live my life, create what I need to and free to express myself.

It is going to be a long road, but I don't necessarily care about being famous anymore. I just want to be an artist, starving or not. And as for proving to my classmates that I am good enough, and that I matter, I feel like I have done that already. I am happier now than I have ever been, and I think that proves a whole lot.

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