journaling (318 words, please excuse my bad grammar!) :
Bad choices. Bad timing. Aka the story of my life. I remember I wanted to be an artist ever since I was a kid. I didn't take school too serious, because I felt I knew that certain things would have been useless for me and my artistic career. But seriously, I didn't either put much effort in achieving my goal. I failed the exams for the Art school, like everyone at their first attempt. Seriously, I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but no one has ever been admitted right away. Anyway, what was different with me is that I quit trying. I started learning a new language, trying to figure out what to do with my life. I started crafting, because I felt I wasn't made for art. I think I haven't made any paintings ever since. At some point I was admitted to the University to study something I liked but I knew it would be difficult to find the perfect job. And some time between the application at the Uni and the matriculation (back then, that was 6 months apart), I changed my mind: I thought I had found what I wanted to do. I talked to my mother. Long story short: she didn't allow it. And because the University was free and what I wanted to do was very expensive and also not a Bachelor degree, I had no choice but to attend Uni. Looking back, I realize I should have insisted. But that's what it is: hindsight is always 20/20, foresight is blind. Fast forward some years later: I was 25 and finally found out what job would be perfect for me. But I thought I was too old to go to school again. Bwahahaha! Too old! Now I know it was the perfect timing: no kids, no mortgage, just a supportive fiance. Why didn't I just go for it?
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