I have been told by some who didn’t know me long enough, who knew me when I was down and out, that I am basically a loser who didn’t amount to anything. That I did nothing productive with my life. Where you found me is not where I have been all my life.
I have had ups and downs. I have earned my place and I have had some helping hands, for whom I am eternally grateful.
As a teen I was designing webpages for people. I pursued my dreams. And I profited. In my 20’s I ran off to the “land of opportunity” to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist. I didn’t know how to sell myself or put my art out there. So, I learned! I went to school for it. To sharpen my skills and learn to market. I went out and marketed. I was on websites. I networked online and in person. I made a name for myself. In some circles, I was kind of well known as a serious artist.
I may not have gotten far. But I feel I was successful. I wrote a book with someone. I sold art. I PURSUED my DREAM. And I tried and got as far with it as I did.
But I didn’t fail. I wasn’t unsuccessful. Just because I didn’t stay in one place or didn’t manage to make enough money to buy a home or whatever… none of that means I didn’t do anything. I may have found myself in poverty but I wouldn’t even make that a sign of my success.
I would have been unsuccessful had I not pursued my interests. Had I just DREAMED of being an artist, THEN someone might have a right to tell me that I haven’t tried.