February 9, 2005

So I looked back in this journal because I knew I felt the way I do now earlier in the year. Being a freelance artist is really a tough proposition. My ups and downs get pretty extreme, though I usually show that part of me to a small number of close friends. I still have the desire and hope that I'll succeed in my quest, but I do often travel the less travelled, difficult route. That will make me only stronger, right... I know given more time, I will commission more work and eventually hit my stride. It is just that it has been so long where my life was stable, I find it diffucult to believe that it can be that way once again. My head is still up, and occasionally falters. I still move on...