It's never been a conscious choice where I suddenly thought, yes, I'll pick graphic design over, let's say, accountancy. Growing up, I've always just known: I'm going to study art, I'm going to be an artist/designer. My family always knew, and I always knew. But now, in my second year of studying graphic design, I really can't help but wonder: Did I make the right choice? There's no doubt that I'm going to see this through, I'm going to graduate, for sure. It's just... Was I meant to be doing something else? An author? A performer? A musician? What would've happened if I was nudged in one of those directions instead?
I do enjoy designing, of course, but I find myself wanting to write, and wanting to sing, wanting to play an instrument and make music far more than wanting to draw or design. Maybe it's because I am spending the majority of my time already designing for school assignments? No idea. This whole semester I've been completely tanking in motivation and I feel like I can blame it on what's going on with Dad, but maybe it's not? Maybe I'm just finding excuses for my complete lack of interest in graphic designing.
In fact, the subjects that I enjoyed the most are critical writing and making a zine (magazine). Both involving writing. My basic thought process back when I was still in secondary school was that writing is something anyone can do, you don't need to go to school for it. Which I still agree with to some extent, but I can't write good fiction, and I think I'd have to learn it from somewhere.
Every time I write, it's one of these streams of consciousness things (perfect for a blog, obviously), but these are just the same words that I'd be saying whilst talking to myself. Not really a feat of extraordinary storytelling here. Most people wouldn't enjoy reading this at all truthfully.
Anyway, that's everything off my chest now.
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