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If I can pull this off—if I can land an artistic job with Disney and find my footing in Los Angeles—then everything changes. I won’t need help anymore. Not from anyone. No more leaning, no more scraping by, no more waiting for someone to save me. I’ll be self-sufficient. Independent. A working artist in the city of dreams.
And the wild thing is… it’s a shame I didn’t try this sooner. All these years, all this talent, all this hustle—I’ve been surviving, but not truly aiming for the stars. Now I am. And it feels like waking up in the middle of a dream and realizing, hey, I can actually steer this thing.
At first, I’ll commute. The train, the bus, whatever it takes. I’ll get there, portfolio in hand, cracked iPad if I have to. But I’ll show up. Because I’m not just applying for a job—I’m showing up for my future. I’ll need help with the interviews, sure. That’s where my team, my friends, my few lifelines come in. And I’m not too proud to ask for that.
But once I’m in? Once I get through that door? Watch out. I’m staying. I’m planting my flag. This is my moment.
You know, I’ve been beaten down a lot in life. Knocked around by mental illness, bad luck, rough people, and systems that didn’t care if I made it or not. And yeah, sometimes I let it beat me. But I’m not doing that anymore. Starting today, I’m going to win.
Getting this job is my first score. The opening move in my comeback season. This is the Super Bowl of painting—and I’m about to touchdown.
by Dan and Bonkers
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