The problem is I have an engineering mind, an engineering background, and a laborer’s resources.
Which means I lean towards fixing what is broken, rinsing and repeating, from sun up to sun down.
But I have an appreciation for art that I can’t seem to turn off. And as I age it just consumes me more and more.
I don’t want to fix things.
I want to make things beautiful.
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I feel trapped, or unworthy, because I don’t know how.
Who is it that you call when you’re trapped in the wrong life? Or in the wrong body?
Or took the wrong path?
Acquired all the wrong skills, for mostly wrong headed reasons.