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Mosh I'm an ARTISTE! But seriously those professional schools, though they have very useful information need to be realistic about job prospects. I got sucked into paralegalism with one. Best money I ever spent, but it didn't lead to a job. (Admittedly it was during a time of a superfluity of lawyers out of work) A legal practice is the last place this wide mouthed mason should work.
There is one bad thing I have come across with folks I went to school with, that is disturbing to me. We all "learned something", and I, STILL, at my age, use many of those thoughts and ideas day in and out, because they were right and good. For some folks I have met, everything they ever learned was never worth anything, they just punched a ticket for my mom dad, I guess, and this is too weird for me.
How can you go through life and not "feel" much and then expect to love something, when you did not teach yourself to love, and appreciate the good things, because a lack of perspective and appreciation for ANY learning is missing?
In the end, every spot has a lesson that you can use, and work with in some way. It was the same thing at the cable company. I never felt that I was just punching a ticket, and most folks would say ... it's just a job! ... and when you do that there is not much that will be learnt and will sync in for later.
It's all, about how you apply yourself, and your dedication. Right now, I admit, I am a bit lazy, but I am getting somewhat organized and ready to get going again in writing and many of the reviews I do. It was a mental break that was needed to study some of the inner thing and not feel that I was trapped in an escape of some sort, and not just spewing out words. I prefer that my words be worth a nickel, although I would be the first to not put a price on them whatsoever.
If you "have it", you can share it. For most, "sharing" is not possible. I share what I can and know, even though sometimes, it seems that I don't, and that is possible as well and I admit it all the time.
Be it digital, or printed, for me, is, pretty much, the same thing. If the time comes and the attention shows up, fine. If it doesn't, I know that I lived with what I knew and tried the best I could. The "what", at that point is not important!