Oh I have been painting more lately...in my spare time. I'm actually considering selling some in a cafe down the road.
I have quite a lot of free time with my job...I only work 2.5 days a week and earn what most people working 5 days from 9-5 earn...so I have a pretty ideal set up going.
I am not painting everyday though, but I have taken steps to make sure I do at least some creative thing every day, to keep my creativity flowing. So far it is starting to get better.
With the teaching thing. It was something that I thought would be an interesting challenge a while ago, and then when I found myself homeless and in a shelter, the women there paid for me to do the course with funding they get to help people looking for a home. SO it was pretty fortuitous...a $2,500 teaching course that could mean I can travel and set myself up in an apartment overseas without paying rent...seemed ideal...except for the fact that I have been distracting myself and wasting time with this douchebag that I recently let go which I know is my responsability for allowing myself to be distracted...but I was in need of cuddles and company and sort of lost track.
I'm back on track now, and finding balance between study and work and painting and writing...plus this new writing articles thing...and spending time with friends etc.
I guess I sort of feel like I need to finish this course so that what I went through when I was homeless wasn't for nothing...that I got something out of it, besides the lessons.
I have had this pressure to travel put on my by my father, which I have been successful at not letting it get to me at times, and not so successful at other times. I have a mother who works for qantas which allows me awesome travel discounts to fly anywhere I want, and I'm not making the most of them.
I spent alot of time healing and getting myself back on track,which my parents had no clue about and have only recently acknowledged. They were bugging me to get a job when I was busy trying not to kill myself
So I can see, now that I'm writing it, that it sounds like I'm putting all my eggs in one basket and trying to do everything frantically at once.
I just need to chill out and paint
Originally Posted by ssandra
Just wanted to offer you a different point of view..
The fact that you were painting while you were clinically depressed made you associate painting with being sad. However, what if those to were just coincidences? That you happened to be sad while painting, and painting itself is not what was making you sad?
Just a question... I know right now you have a part time job... why are you jumping through all these hoops now, instead of dedicating your spare time to painting? Why wanting to learn teaching English if Painting makes you happy? Why live in Asia, if painting makes you happy? Why are you not painting if that is what makes you happy?