I guess I haven't looked at DeviantArt in a while and I haven't posted a journal entry in two years. I used to have LiveJournal and use the journal almost everyday, but I don't touch that either. Sometimes I think I let life get to me. I need to learn how to have fun and I really am taking breaks, but still I take everything so serious, and I think it bothers people. I am a workaholic and perfectionist. When will I learn that it is okay to be human. Yet I work with kids and am very happy with that environment. It makes me happy. It seems like I picked the wrong career. I should have been a teacher and artist on the side, but no, now I have so many private loans to pay off and teaching just won't cut it.

I keep on having dreams of people or someone chasing me. They might have a gun. They might want to capture or kill me, but either way they are chasing me. And the funny thing about the dreams is that I am not frightened. I am actually excited by the chase. And often times I am the hero. I save people that I find along the way. My parents. My sister. It is like an adventure. And sometimes I am not in the dream at all. It is like a story with a plot and characters, and I am writing the story.