I know that I am not perfect and absolutely capable of acheiving every idea given to me, but I know that within my own mind I have a vision for what I believe would look beautiful.

You can blame the whole thing on my grandmother. She said to me, drunk, over dinner,
"Jill, if you can do all of these things, then why aren't you doing them?" She is constantly harassing me about my life, how to be successful, and forcing me to brush my hair(!).

My gut gained an instinctive twitch. Grandmother is right. I should brush my hair.
I should also try to be happy and positive about what I love regardless of if anyone else is utterly pushed to a smile upon its knowledge. I don't think I'm causing any trouble, so what's to worry about?

There are a lot of people who seem very supportive of my artistic attempts. For once, I feel proud and confident. I show affection through what I do. Someone said to me,
"Love is an action, not a feeling."
I think that can pretty much sum it up.

I owe it to all those around me to not back away from myself. I am no insult to any community. I am an asset to the overall, broad series of people that grace this earth under one name or another. I am having fun.

I may not be good, but I am certainly honest.


So, anyways, I moved to Iowa to obtain a creative writing undergrad and a minor in performance art entrepreneurship. Let's hope that some good comes of this.