I don't get much time nowadays to draw. Steemit has been taking a lot of my time recently. Commenting, writing stories for my posts, promoting it all. It's a bit sad since drawing is my second passion after writing, right before programming.
(Quick very inaccurate portrait of myself since I'm way too rusty)
Many days recently I find myself wishing to divide myself into four people. One to write, one to draw, one to program and one to be social, to run around Steemit looking at all the wonderful gems that are hidden away by the lack of proper promotion inherent in the current blockchain, commenting and supporting those who make an effort but are not heard.
There's not enough time to do everything I would like. I have a friend who mocks me for wanting to be immortal. "But you'd get bored!". I just don't think I would! I've always found new things. I leave something, I start something else, just like that. New interests are found at every step I take. Nowadays I try to keep many interests alive, many passions I've gathered through the years.
I started drawing when I was 8-9. I stopped because the classes were too expensive. Then I started writing at 13-14 and went stronger at 16-17. Then I stopped, I started learning languages. It always took some time to get accustomed and passionate about the topic, and then a sharp cut, something that stopped that trend. I just went out of uni and started working as a translator.
It's not hard to translate, but it takes time, and I couldn't learn any more languages. I had abandoned all my passions already. In May, I decided to cut it off. The pay wasn't enough and I really, really wanted to do something for myself. I started drawing again right away. I took up the classes I had abandoned before because my parents were unable to pay them, and paid them myself with what I had saved from my translations.
I took up writing again, then Steemit. And now I feel reinvigorated about my passions. I want to do it all. I don't want to abandon them again. However, I need to to too much. It's so hard to find a few minutes to open up Krita and draw, to open up a notebook and write when I'm planning about promoting my previous writing, but I don't have time to do that because I'm networking, but I don't have time to do that because I have friends and I don't pay enough attention to them, so they complain, and here I am. It's 6:03 a.m., I haven't slept and I'm making my daily post.
I really enjoy all of this. I won't say my crisis is making me feel bad. I feel very grateful to have the opportunity to dedicate so much time to myself, to my hobbies, to my friends, to my interests. It might not last long, since I need to prepare myself to play my part in the Great Venezuelan Exodus, as I like to call it. I'll be moving abroad and I need to finish everything, which means that at some point, if this is not providing me enough to substitute my degree, I'll have to take a pause.
That is disheartening, but at the same time it also pushes me to try to enjoy every moment I have on Steemit, to write every day without pause, to find a few minutes to draw, because I can't leave it behind, to talk to my friends, to hang out, to talk to everyone who supports me and who will or may support me in the future or who maybe doesn't even care but I do care about them.
So, if you're here and you enjoyed the read, I'm glad. I had never had a blog/rant before. Thank you for reading. I'll see you soon with another story. I have something planned but it will take some time to write. I will also take part in some contests. I will do some great jobs, I'm sure. Good nigh--- morning. I guess. 6:06
