Mazdi

Hello fellow Deviants... it has been a very long time. Since I last posted here I've gotten married, moved cities, bought a house, had a couple of kids, caught and survived the dreaded 'rona. It's been a lot! And I have let this page gather a lot of dust. Why have I ignored the creative part of me that yearns to be free? I think it was due to a lot of things. Postpartum depression, low self-esteem, and echoes of negative people in my head who told me I'd never amount to anything, that my art is worthless, just to name a few. But I'm over hiding my light under a bush. I have been ignoring the most essential part of myself and I am miserable for it. I reflect and realize I would be so much further along as an artist if only I had given myself over to practice, to humble myself enough to learn. To accept that I won't be amazing overnight, but with enough hard work I could one day be the type of artist I have come to admire. All of this is to say that I plan to revamp and renew this

I have been really inactive on DA lately (ever since my last journal entry) and I kind of miss it here. The last month and a bit has been really tough on me, and I've been taking a lot of time to process things. I was fired from my job as a graphic designer and still haven't been able to find new work, due to the move my boyfriend is trying to make. Around the time I lost my job, my boyfriend decided he wanted to move up within his company and requested to be transferred to a different shop (he is a Service Advisor for a major tire company). The last month has pretty much been a whirlwind of town viewings, packing, and prayer. Ultimately I t

I have no online journals anywhere else, so I'm going to write and process this here. Life got real for me today...when I was fired from my graphic design job. I should have seen it coming, and in truth I kind of did...it just comes as a slap in the face when money is extremely tight and my lease is up at the end of August. I did my best at my job and tried to get it together enough for them to want to keep me...but in the end, it wasn't good enough. I have felt disconnected from my workplace for a while, but I didn't realize they felt the same way about me. I was having a good day; by the end of it, I was handed a week's severance pay an