I'm graduating college soon. It's exciting and terrifying all at the same time. Most of the time excitement takes over but there are waves of terror in the idea of just being able to do whatever I want. I mean, I know there is a societal guideline of what one should do, but, the fact that I have a year to ebb and flow is scary. Open water is scary, especially for those who can't swim.
I had a mini mental breakdown recently. It came and went all too quickly, but whenever stuff like that happens, a revelation is followed right behind it. I had been thinking about doing art therapy as a life choice for about a year now. I got excited reactions and questions as soon as I started telling people, which in return made me question everything I ever thought about it. After a while of not talking about it made me realize that the closer I get to finishing school, the more I feel as though I can obtain the idea of art therapy. Writing this makes me nervous. It's like I'm somehow confirming my future. Commitment scares me. However, recently, commitment seems to be a thing. I don't know if it's an actual change or if I am accepting things more when they come.
During my year off I am going to be taking a series of studio art classes. Starting with a sculpture class in the summer. I've never been an artist and I'm probably not going to leave these classes being an artist, but I'll have a better understanding of the mediums. This plan has got me excited about life again. Here's to a year of art!
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