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Taking the bull by the horns....

If this isnt considered stressfull, then I dont know what is! 
School is really stressing me out. I mean honestly, who needs it? I've made more money than most people that have gone to college and have their degrees. Granted, I dont have any thing to show for, but I did at one point. Im young, I'm single, I dont have anyone to contend with but myself. I should be rolling around in my own wealth. It's not even funny. But thats not the point. The point is, IM GOING TO BE IN SCHOOL TILL IM FUCKING OLD! (see theres the 'revamp' im talkin' about) I already have three years of school under my belt and now I have to go for another 4 years!? Seriously? By the time I graduate, Im going to be 31. (well 30 if you want to references back to my one yr younger blog) Is that seriously when Im going to start my career? Am I really going to school for a legit degree? Should I have just stuck it out and got my degree in Business/ Marketing/ Advertising? But I honestly hated it! I was good at what I was doing, but I couldnt see a future with it! (lol, sounds like a break up line..”I just dont see a future with you”) bullshit! Am I just going to Art school for fun? Because when I think of 'Art School' I think of artist people. I cant draw, I'm not very artist, Im not the usual artys fartsy hippy kind of person. Im kind of preppy with a causal side. (I think) The photographs I've taken have been on a whim and just kind of pure luck. If I were to stick with Business (which I didnt) its something I know I can do! But It would be 'actual' work. Monday- Friday, 8-5 kind of job. Which is fine because thats what im use to. But photography, photo journalism, writing...its all something that im passionate about. Can passion be a job? Can I make something that is a hobby and/or that Im passionate about a life long career? Will it support my obsession for James Avery jewelry (btw. I will one day own their entire collection of rings) or my expensive designer purses that I must have or the latest and greatest gadgets? It's almost like when I use to have mad dating skills....Stick with what I know, the safe type or go for the dangerous type? With a business degree in Marketing/Advertising I could get a job anywhere. But with writing/photography its not in high demand. And its especially not on the top list of jobs for DFW. Texas is mostly farming and industrial type work if you want to make top dollars. Nothing glamorous about farming! Would I be willing to move to California or New York to get the jobs I desire? ( I know, Im contradicting myself because I've always said I want to get out of Texas) If, when the times comes, I get my degree and Im offered a job far away, would I really take it? EVERYTHING I know is here. My life is here. My past and present are/is here....but what about my future? Does my future know whats best for me? Or do I have to take the bull by the horns and lead it in the direction that I believe (right now) is best for me? The real question? Do I know whats best for me? Another one: Do I know what I really want? 

A quote I found (i dont remember where its from):
"Figure out what you and learn how to ask for it"

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