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An Open Letter to My Pores

Dearest Pores,

Okay, I get that you're necessary. And really, I appreciate all you do. But we need to talk.

First of all, I'd like to apologize for the way I treated you from 1971-1996. I really took you for granted during those years and only gave you attention when you presented me with a red shiny gift. This attention was pretty harsh and was occasionally accompanied by anger, such as in the Homecoming 1987 incident. And I know that. And I wish I would have done things differently. If there's anything I can do to rectify that old situation now, please let me know and I'll really try, I will.

That being said, we're now living in the present. 2009. And I know you've heard over the years that bigger is better and that everyone should supersize everything - but please realize this does not apply to you. I just caught a glimpse of you in the bus window, and I had to say something. Because, really, how far do you plan in taking this to prove your point? Uncle! I get it now that I never acknowledged your invisible awesomeness. Sorry for the confusion over this and the mixed messages on my part. I hope it's not too late to rethink your path.

Oh, and if you could go back to being invisible, I promise to notice and applaud you, as if you were more visible than Paris Hilton and Octomom combined.

Thanks in advance for your consideration.

Hey, is this thing on?

So lately I've been thinking a bunch about what I want to do when I grow up. I like to solve puzzles and be creative. I really need to have open-ended work where no one tells me how to get it done.
(I don't question authority - authority just doesn't really occur to me.)
Oh yeah, and I'd like some time around people, but the majority of time by myself (that's how I recharge).
There are a lot of professions I've thought about over the years, and I'd probably enjoy some of them, too. Being a researcher or a medical examiner, for example.
But there's one thing I've wanted to be or do since I can remember: artist.
Not a designer. Designers create things for other people, based on outside specifications. Artists create things they themselves like, based on their own specifications.
There aren't a ton of successful artists out there - designer is definitely a safer career path - but they do exist, they are out there, and why not me?
(Though I won't be quitting my day job any time soon!)
The first step I'm taking is going back to school. I don't have a college degree, and while you don't need one to create, art classes have always taught me a lot and are inspiring - and I need to get back into the artist (instead of designer) way of thinking.
So I will be applying to Cornish College of the Arts. I was very impressed when I took a tour of it in high school and have wanted to go there ever since.
And now it's time. Because, hey, I gotta try.