when i was a kid i wanted to be an artist.

i even thought about going to art school for college, actually.

but i didn't.

i used to draw all the time. i read webcomics and thought pretty seriously about becoming a comic artist.

at some point i stopped and i don't really draw any more. i try sometimes, but it isn't fun and i'm not good at it. i get too frustrated by my lack of skill.

i wonder sometimes if i should try harder to love drawing. if there is something wrong with me for not really caring about it any more. it's an abandoned childhood dream; maybe i should be sad about it?

maybe i am sad about it? but it is not, to me, any more or less sad than other abandoned childhood dreams: veterinarian, engineer, dancer.

oh well.