Just wanted to thank you for being a part of my life. I enjoy the time I spend afraid of all the people who will look at my every upcoming blog post of art. What joy I have worrying about failing, worrying about deadlines, worrying about succeeding and responsibility, worrying about being a pretty penniless illustrator, worrying about what my dear supportive audience will think, worrying about opinions expectations and disappointments of college professors, gallery owners, editors art-teams and publishers, bedtime story readers, my friends and family, cats and dogs, me. Worrying I should have become a nurse. Oh anxiety, my dear friend. Nobody can quite overwhelm the way you do. The loss of focus, the lack of concentration and energy, the time we spend in bed together staring at the ceiling, thinking thinking thinking of all the work I haven't done. Oh what would I do without you. Your smooth way of immobilizing creative passion and desire. The way you disintegrate artistic fuel. What talent and skill you have at magnifying each tiny expectation by a thousand. The way you coax me into hours on facebook and youtube. Your potent influence never fails. Aren't I lucky.
Just wanted you to know.
I'm sorry. I've thought it over carefully, and decided this relationship needs to end. I've got WORK to do! So. Take a hike!! With a porcupine!! Bye!
P.S. I know that due to your chronic and pathetic attachment to me, you'll be back to visit. Know this: no more Miss Nice Girl.
Dear Fellow Artists,
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