Something I have learned this week: there are a lot of shitty photographers out there making a living. Of course, there are also lots of talented photographers out there not making a living. My only point here is, it would be senseless not to try.
Only two more years at UBC to get out of the way first.
Five years of my life invested in something I may never even use. I can't decide if that bothers me or not.
This week I had my first guitar lesson. After playing for - yikes - almost two years. I forgot how timid I can be - I don't like playing for people who know how to play. I barely had the courage to give my teacher a C chord. Then, last night, I played in front of several people, and sang too. I did both at about maybe 50% of what I'm capable of, but I blame both that and the fact that I had the guts to play at all on the drugs we may or may not have been smoking at the time. That, and the fact that I started shaking with fear. But you know, baby steps.
If you give the worst performance ever, there's nowhere to go but up, right?