Every birthday wish I have had, every shooting star I've ever gazed upon, my wish has always been, "Please, God, please let me support myself with my art."
And I have been very, very angry that my wish has not come true.
And then a quiet little voice in my head tonight said, "But you HAVE supported yourself through your art."
And then I thought. As the world has come crashing down around my ears and nothing seemed worth getting out of bed for, my art has supported me and given me reason to keep going.
It seems I forgot something very important in my wish...
FINACIALLY. I want to FINANCIALLY support myself with my art.
Fucking literal cosmic laywers.