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The one with my trip to the art muesum.

Today I went to the art museum.
They have a creative photography exhibit, for portraits.

If that's not an eye opener to the crap photography I've been doing, I don't know what is.
I love taking pictures. I love writing. I love art.
But I'm not good. Or at least not as good I want to be, or should be.
No, I'm not fishing for compliments. 
I have so many people I know that are better than me. No contest. I know some people, that just do things differently than I do.

I say this, because I have been inspired to stop sulking over people who are better than me, and better myself at my work.
When I was in theater, it was the same thing. There was always someone who was better than me. I worked my tail off, to get on top.
That's what she said.
I audtioned for plays. I did tech. I didn't get discouarged when someone else was better than, or got a "better" role than me. And by the end of high school, I won Eugretes Award for high school theater achievement. 
Or, something like that.
Point being: someone will ALWAYS be better than me. Someone will always have more recogination than me, even if I want it more. I don't take pictures to make money.
Obviously.
I take pictures, because it's mine. It's my thing. I can appreciate a good picture, because I've taken a couple good pictures. It's what I love to do.





I think I miss theater.
I need to go on an audtion. 


Hmm.

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