To All The 30-Somethings Whose Dreams Didn’t Work Out
Paul Barach

This ia a great peice. At times it had me thinking of myself, then of my friends and how they must look at me. I used to paint; only for the love of it and to get it out on a wall. I never wanted to make money from it mostly because I wanted full creative

freedom. I wanted to be recognized as a top artist. I got to a certain point and decided I wasn’t getting anywhere in other aspects of my life. I switched gears towards a ‘real’ carreer in my late 20’s. 5 years later, I guess you could call me ‘successful’… but sometimes i feel like I need to get back out there and paint… Maybe that is the real me, or can I have it all?

Thanks for the great post. It has got me thinking.

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