I quit my job. And will be out of there in a week.
Peace out, suckers. (Just kidding, I love a lot of people there like family). It's amazing how much I learned at that shoe store the past four years. My managers watched me grow up... it's a little heartbreaking having to leave. Yet I've never felt so free being able to walk away. I'm pumped.
Although, being in between jobs isn't a comfortable feeling. I'm not as worried as I should be.
Oh well. For now I am perfectly content with just sitting around, drinking coffee, and sketching on napkins.
I've had a silly idea of trying to sell some of my paintings that I have had sitting around in my closet for the past few years. It's a dream but I think I may have the time now to try and do it.
It might be the time that has given me the confidence... or I'm just growing ballsier.
I have just decided that I'm going to be happy.
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