Rocky

Sometimes I feel like a fraud. I may have had one or two good pieces of artwork but just by chance, a fluke. It is as if someone has mistaken me for someone else and I am too afraid to correct them. Partly because I really wish I was that person and also because I think that maybe if I identify myself with them I will become them. Though the times when I do try to correct them with the truth, people call me modest or I assume they think I am fishing for compliments. When honestly, I wish I were a true artist: a painter, a photographer, a singer, writer. I may show some sort of ability in some of these areas but nothing too promising. Instead of being inspired by the masters of the arts, I become depressed knowing I could never live up to that sort of standard. Sometimes I think I should just ride this ride and enjoy it while I can until the shtick is up. When everyone realizes I had a few bouts of luck and that I really am some sort of a poser or “wanna be.” My fraudulent lifestyle doe...

I have been meaning to update for some time now. I have even thought of exact posts to write, but I was either too busy or too lazy to actually do it. Remind me later to possibly write about jazz and jelly donuts or things I learned from salsa. On a different note, my resolutions are usually very relaxed and not so rigid. I feel that inflexible goals and rules are hard to meet. My goals are usually generalized and allow room for growth, change and unexpected circumstances. That being said, I had a loose goal of reading 2 books per month. I read 21 books in total this year. Which I consider a success and will try to do better this year. I will do another post perhaps based on this year's goals. I would include them now, but to tell you the truth...I haven't thought of them yet. Books I read in 2008 (cover photos brought to you by Amazon.com)