I've had a lot of death in my family lately. Thinking about how little time we all have to spend with our loved ones on this earth (yes, sappy but true) I've been trying to find more and more things that I can do to live. Right now I'm trying to find little things to be happy about. Yesterday, I painted my nails deep dark purple, and then used a silver/gray to make French tips. I did this for no other reason than I have fingernails and I like purple.
The grand plan (and why purple nails are so important) is to stop focusing on work and bills. I've bought in to the promise that working harder will allow you to be happy, and so far, it's not true. I work my ass off, have worked for years, and I am no happier today than I was when I joined the workforce. Not only that, I turn EVERYTHING into work. Including my art. I've had to do a lot of questioning as to why I do art: Do I do it as a job? Or to have fun? Am I still enjoying it? The answers aren't as quick and easy as I used to believe.
The Cursed Coat of Doom (TM) really had me thinking that I should never have started costuming in the first place. (The pictures look okay, but it was one failure after another, each failure building upon the last, and even finished I am not happy with the result.) But is all costuming like that? It wasn't before. I lied to myself so much to keep me working on this one project. "It will make a good portfolio piece." "Tackle this and every other project will be easy." "A better portfolio means a better chance at a job in costuming." "When it's finished, you'll be so proud, you'll look back and feel accomplished, like all the hard parts didn't matter." Yeah, right.
For the last two months I have stopped costuming. I worked on the keyblade and stitched a hat. I think about doing a project, then look at the materials, and decide I'd rather be doing something else. I tried to make a work shirt--something normal and boring--and that turned out to be a complete waste of materials. The fit was completely wrong and looked nothing like the picture. Sewing = failure. How did I ever think I was any good at this?
So, in classic depression mode, I excel at emphasizing the negative, and don't take enough time to enjoy the good things. Painting my nails was good. Making a keyblade out of paper was good. Over the next few weeks I plan to find more things that are good, things to improve my mood and outlook on life. And maybe, once I'm in a better place, I can start costuming again. That's the goal.