territorial pissings

This makes me wince, because right now my supplemental income - and it truly has helped a great deal - has been thanks to doing art. I'm an okay illustrator, technically, and I am not a good marketer; with a bit more caution, mindfulness, and effort I could become an okay marketer as well. And if I can pull that one off, I'll be living the dream largely because corporate America told me repeatedly that they didn't want or need me there. Just yesterday I was talking to my friends about blowing off being a responsible adult to do work instead, and at some level it's obvious that I am just as happy doing something I truly want as I am working at something which is a better paycheck to enable doing things I want. But if this is spreading my wings to fly, I really, really wish the ground beneath my wings were closer and better padded.