New York, or not? Guttmacher, or something new? School now, later, never? And what degree?
Can someone please tell me the path that will lead me to a life in which I do not spend the majority of my time sitting at my desk and staring at my computer?
I know that I’m frustrated, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m moving in the wrong direction, or just not moving in the right direction fast enough. All I want is a day alone in a printmaking studio, with pots of ink and fun paper and a load of plates just waiting to be puttered with. A dog running around would be nice too, though it would be a safety hazard—- oh, for fuck’s sake. I can’t even fantasize without thinking about safety hazards. I am so far from where I want to be.