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Why? If we only have one life to live, why do we bother doing things that make us miserable? I just don't get it. I realize that we must be somewhat responsible people...but why waste the time we are given? Why not do a little less and have a little less, but experience a little more? Why not say no to something that we feel is not worth our time or is wasteful of our energy? Would that make us bad people? I don't know. I don't just want to spin my wheels, though.

I remember when I was first thinking about doing illustration. One of the thoughts that was so compelling to me was this: I don't want to be on my deathbed, surrounded by my loved ones and think "I spent my life worrying about advertising hamburgers." Woh. that stopped me. I was getting really worked up about a campaign for this or that... so much so that I'd make myself sick. For what? No one knows. Now that I'm out, I can't remember a damn thing about the specific campaigns... I've sort of glossed them over. What I do remember are the friendships I made and the conversations I had. I remember doodling in meetings and feeling like that was pulling me to where I needed to be.

A doodle.

Is that important? I don't know. But I do know that it makes me really happy to be doing this. And I love giving other people work and having that smile come across their face. It's like crack, I tell you. And to me, that smile is important. Feeling like I'm doing the right thing is important. Feeling happiness is important. That's not wasteful. I may have a little less, but I experience more.