I’ll admit, I didn’t take this woman’s path for the last 20 years. Oh, I allowed myself SOME creative outlets. But it was more hobby, more “crafting,” than true art – which has always been my love. It wasn’t until I went back to school to get my web design degree, in the hopes of getting a job that would actually pay me enough to get us OUT of poverty, that I actually began to have that old art itch again after having abandoned it for so long.
Yes, I basically wasted 20+ years of simply practicing my art, because of a snit against my mother AND because of the opinions of my ex (that matched my own, “if I can’t be the best RIGHT NOW, why should I even try?”) I would have been so much better than I am right now. And perhaps I would be doing traditional media painting, and not just digital.
He didn’t discourage me specifically from art though. He simply repeatedly told me I was a better non-fiction writer than a fiction one. And he considered my non-fiction writing, such as things like this (or blogging on LiveJournal «private blog there is now deleted» or on Facebook «which was the platform I used before I realized I was writing posts FAR too long for that format») to be formal, pedantic and boring.