be really dedicated

So, I was drawing at work yesterday (I'm now at WB btw, yay!), when I just looked down, startled, and thought, "This is what I wanted it to look like."  I suddenly couldn't fathom how that had happened.  Like I don't remember when I got to the point where someone tells me their idea, then I'm able to sit down and just MAKE THAT THING.  I remember being someone who couldn't figure out how to do that, and I acknowledge being the me I am now, but where were the two bridged and when did I cross?  This whole week has kind of been like that - me thinking about the person I was when I joined this site and the person I am today.

"My career counselor at my school (which btw, I feel, MUST train its employees to dissuade bright-eyed students from having any ambitions outside of the SPECIFIC interests of the program), says to me in our FIRST meeting in more than a little condescending way when I tell him I'm interested in animation, 'Well, ya know Amanda, animation is a REALLY difficult field.  You'd have to be really dedicated.  It takes a lot of hard work and time.'  Thanks pal.  And here I'd been using a pencil to pick my nose all these years."

Aside from the questionable sentence structure, haha, this was really kind of interesting to revisit.  You've come a long way, past-me.  But I'm sharing this to emphasize: do what you effing love.  There I was, six years ago, getting a degree in something COMPLETELY different and heading down a completely different career path, but the heart wanted what the heart wanted.  And I could go around busting the balls of that poor counselor, but ya know what?  He was right.  I wasn't focusing on the thing I said I wanted to do.  I was just kind of wistfully hoping the universe would catch a glimpse of my warmest, fuzziest desires, and take a chance on me.