Right Now
I guess thatâs the title I came up with because itâs all that exists.  Imagine being brilliant.  Now imagine being brilliant clocking into a drug store 40 hours a week as a beauty consultant, all the while having no idea what new make up trends have arisen in the last month or better yet the last year.  You probably donât know what that feels like. Youâre probably chasing your dream, working as an intern on weekends while punching hours at an entry level position at your dream companyâs baby sister.  Or....you just arenât brilliant.  Well me.... Iâm a fucking genius.  Iâve known it all along.  Yet for some strange reason I take odd jobs that pay the bills instead of chasing after at least ONE of the 2,000 talents I hold in this large but sexy body of mine. I have convinced myself that no creative company will hire a girl with no ârealâ experience or no ârealâ degree.  I have convinced myself that I am not worthy. Yet I sit here as a classically trained pianist, a self taught painter and photographer, an amazing writer if you ask my 14+ blog followers, an ok singer and a damn good therapist, miserable, because I have to give up my Saturday morning to a white man who doesnât know my name.  I am 27 years old as of Tuesday and I....am finished.  Iâm quitting my job.Â
-Davis
