Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make…
Reblogging for the last comment.
I experienced critical failure when I went to culinary school. I had more help than a lot of people get, and I still failed hard.
I have a $40K student loan that I can’t even begin to pay off. I can’t go back to school until my bills are current. I lost my job, then my car, and eventually my housing. I put friendships in jeopardy. I nearly had to give my two cats to a shelter. I came very, very close to committing suicide. I’m better now, but I’ve lost all the joy I used to find in cooking. I find it on occasion, but I don’t know if it’ll ever be the same.
I’m slowly climbing out of the hole and can finally enjoy some basic living again, but the only way I could was to admit that I needed a grown-up job. And even then I had to get one, which is a lot more than a lot of people have been able to do. It’s so strange to have a decent, stable job, and still be living in your car because you only have enough money for food OR rent. And then finally having a deposit scraped together only to be told that your rental history hasn’t been clean long enough, sorry, you’ll just have to be homeless for a few more months.
Oh yeah, and don’t let me forget that if you have commitments that you made before you were homeless, you’d better break them, or people will judge you and be pissed. Of course, different people will be pissed if you do break them, but you have to choose. That thing you’ve been planning for the last four years? Better cancel it, lest people think you’re not being responsible.
You can’t win.
So yeah, follow-your-heart stuff gives me a lot fewer warm fuzzies now.