When I was in college I had one professor tell the class that it wasn't possible to be an artist and have a family. I took him for multiple classes and that (along with another piece of misguided advice) is what I remember learning from him. On the surface I knew that that was wrong. My professor had personal issues which he was generalizing to every artist. There may have even been some sexism going on. However, I internalized this advice and on some level believed it.
My art career has been nothing but starts and stops as I lost motivation along the way. My professor's words are by no means the only thing, or even the biggest thing, that has held me back but they have always been there in the back of my mind. They were another reason why it was not worth the trouble.
Now I'm in my thirties with a loving and supportive husband and an amazing daughter. I'm a stay at home mom and am in a place where I am truly happy. I am living a part of my dream and I'm ready to add in the other part. I'm ready to be an artist as well. I'm ready to prove my professor wrong.
I hope you all will follow along with me as I begin my journey (again) of spreading joy and happiness and a little bit of weirdness with my art.