Slump

I am not happy. We just got back from Seattle, and I am dissatisfied with my life. I hate living in this house, I feel like I am suffocating a slow death of stagnation with no hope of independence in sight. But I stay because I love him and want to be with him. I hate my job, I could give a shit about helping people with their stupid inquiries.

I am going to do the SFCB Certificate Program in bookbinding. I will talk to the instructor about her experience at North Bennet School in Boston. Maybe I will apply.

I will apply to UW Museology Program.

I will keep volunteering at Oakland Museum. I should try to get a more regular stint at a gallery. But I feel like having tangible hard skills in bookbinding and press will help.

I should study design to help round out my skills, as I lack experience and knowledge in design.

I will continue to work at my shitty job because it is full time and has benefits, and I will use the money I make to save up for these endeavors, and our wedding. And I do need to go to the doctor.

This is a just a rough patch. Things will get better.

Just saw the previous post, how nothing has changed, I still want to do that, but I have been getting away from my goals. Gotta get back.