(AAU's graduation ceremony. I'm the tall one)
After graduating from college with a fairly useless degree in Japanese (long story, no I am not fluent) I worked at a mind-numbingly repetitive office job and spent a lot of time wondering what I was going to do with my life. At parties, when people asked about my job, I said I was an "online content management team member" and then had to explain what that was and then felt bad because after all that explaining, it wasn't even very interesting. People were just as confused about who I was as I was.
One day my husband said to me, "Maybe you should become an artist."
People have been saying that to me my entire life, but I always shrugged it off. This time I actually considered it. I pondered it for a few weeks. I imagined myself introducing myself to people at parties, saying, "Hi, I'm Kelley. I'm an artist." I liked that. There was something I would be proud to call myself.
Fast forward three years. Yesterday I passed my final review at AAU with flying colors. The judges were very positive and expressed a lot of confidence in my work. I still have one week of class left, but I've been going around to my website and online profiles, changing my job description from "graduate student" to "freelance illustrator."
Hello world. I'm an artist.