I used to be creative. I used to actually have hopes and dreams of becoming a comic book artist, or being a designer that does something that isn't boring. Now I drag my ass to work, photo edit, fill in templates and pray for 4:30. A new girl started here recently, fresh out of school. She's all excited and has great ideas that I didn't think of because I didn't THINK to think of anything. (I'm not undermining her creativity; she seems good at it.) But I just seem so beaten down by the years of trying to find a job in my field and then having my creativity stifled by editing instruction manuals, that I can't even care at work anymore. I've been overwhelmed and depressed, just letting life pass me by.

No more. I'm drawing comic pages tonight. I'm checking out design blogs. I'm going to start designing logos (seriously, let me know if you want one, I'll do it for cheap or free as long as I can keep the rights and use it in my portfolio). I'm going to start designing a web page for myself! I need to get my juices flowing! It's time to wake up and realize that what I have right now isn't at all what I wanted four years ago. I let my dreams slip away. It's a load of crap, and I could be doing so much better. The best part: it's never too late.

Now, onward to creativity! Fuck yeah!