Decided to spend a couple of afternoons painting in my sketch book. I dunno why but I feel this weird guilty feeling whenever I choose to just spend some time working on my own thing. Like I still have the voice of Mr 9 to 5 in my head, telling me that it's not 'real' work.
Well kids, if you're reading this. Don't do what the man tells you to do. Follow your dreams. For all you know, you only have one life, don't spend it doing something you don't care about. A man in a suit does not decide what real work is. You do.
Keep painting, keep singing, keep dancing. Keep keeping it real.