The past two years of my life have been rough for me. Fucking first world problems I guess.
I fell out of love with design, an art form I dedicated my life to for 14 years. I fell out of friendships that I thought I had built. I fell out of love with myself….
At this point, I really don’t want to continue my life as a designer. When I graduated in 2009, there was a huge market for peeps that could understand HTML and CSS and make a living off of it, and in the meantime, please clients with quality work.
Now Squarspace, Wix, and whathaveyou exist, and my job is becoming obsolete. Concept is failing, and though I have crazy, wonderful ideas, the means to try to get jobs for cool companies like Old Spice and Dollar Shave Club are few and far between, and I’m losing my confidence in my abilities.
That being said, I love the bar industry. I fucking love it. I’m actually good at it. I’m seriously considering pursuing a career in the field. Am I dumb? I don’t know.
What I do know, is that I’m tired of looking at a computer screen for 45-60 hours a week and listening to terrible ideas.
I dunno. I suppose it’s time for a change of pace, and I’m fine with that.