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Serving up doodling through employment anxiety realness this week, featuring extremely heavy black ink bleeding through to the other side of sketchbook pages! I bought new pens okay I’m working on it... do NOT use the Pilot G-2 07 pens on Leuchtturm 1917 sketchbook pages! The ink is super thick in a bad way on this paper.
As a Reformed Doodle-r I’d forgotten how relaxing doodling was. Which is so funny because how did I manage math classes through school? Yeah, exactly, right next to the quadratic formula was a doodle of like... a soda can or something, I don’t remember exactly.
Other than doodling, I’ve kind of had the wind taken out from under me about how confident I am about getting another job, it’s feeling pretty impossible, and I really had to sit and think about what I can do to get by for now. I have very little audience here or anywhere for a small business, but I think that and freelancing is honestly my best bet right now. Although, in this post I included a pretty negative list I wrote earlier this week regarding freelancing, mainly about myself and my ability to compete in the market. I think, it’s okay to admit when you feel behind in your career, and admit when you’re scared, and I think that whole list was from a place of self loathing and fear. I mean, I’m scared to take on a volunteer project...
I’m not sure where I’m going with telling you all this, just to say I’m scared as usual but I have to do something or else. I hope you guys are actually feeling the luck of the Irish this month, and things are all going your way. Please pass on a little luck over here, too.
A little context on this one... I seriously for real thought flower petals would dry in a single evening. Like okay... I must have a
Degree in Wishful Thinking.
Degree in Wishful Thinking.
I told my mom about the Janet Jackson songs I love and she just kept going “Oh I saw that one live!” the whole time. Did the same thing when I mentioned Sade... we’re twins but she really is the cool one. Anyways here’s one that came out when I was 2 and mine and my brother’s presence actively barred her from seeing this one live. Sorry mom!