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And I’m pretty sure I’d punch myself in the face if I didn’t use my one fluffy little life to do something cool that I actually want to do. Screw it, you might as well find something worthwhile that you enjoy. I’m tired of hearing how certain careers don’t make money or don’t have a future, or the look on some peoples’ faces when they ask what I’m actually going to do with art once I learn it. All I ever say is, “duh, make art.” Maybe I’ll have to get a job as something boring when I grow up. Maybe I’ll be a pseudo-bum who makes just enough money to ride the bus back and forth all night. ;p

I don’t really care. I don’t know who decided that your career choice defined your life and how successful it would be. What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be a person who has so much love and compassion that it would make my current me’s brain hurt. I want my relationship with Jesus to be a thousand times better than it is… and then a thousand times better than that. and I want to make this and everything else good so obvious to everyone else that they want it too.

I could be all of that working at McDonald’s until I’m sixty. But maybe I’ll just be it with charcoal under my nails, because I always liked the way that looked.

So today… basically… I’m okay with life, whichever way it eventually ends up going. And whenever it ends up going.

One of the nice things about twins is that sometimes they say exactly the things that are in your head.

(i want to find a way to condense that all into one phrase and make it my motto. :) )