So here’s my sad story. I’m about halfway through a year-long portfolio school. I’m learning everything I ever needed to know about advertising, and I’m working on putting together a kick-ass portfolio in the process. I have nine pieces in my book right now, and thumbnails for at least that many that still need to be produced. I’m not lacking for ideas.
But being halfway through, there’s a lot of pressure now. Classes are getting much more challenging. We’re starting to show our work to potential employers (all in “practice” interviews, but still), and we’re starting to get serious about turning our ideas into beautiful ads. Fun stuff, but the August graduation date is looming large.
I know that I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself, too, but I feel like there’s good reason. I’m in the school’s first graduating class, so a lot weighs on our making a good impression and landing good jobs when we’re done. I don’t want to still be screwing around and trying to pull my book together at the end of the summer. It’s not just bad for me–it’s bad for the school if I do that.
I work full-time at the school, and I know they’re scrambling all the time to make the rent and pay the bills (the place is only about a year old). So I put in extra hours to help them out and make it possible for them to still have lives too. They know how much I do, and they appreciate it–they’re good guys. They also look out for me and have sent me home early before just to make sure I don’t ruin myself with all of this.
Adding to all this, though, is the fact that things with Mr. m aren’t as good as they could be. We’ve always had some problems, but my being so busy and his hating his job while I love mine have combined to make those problems even bigger.
Part of the deal with my quitting my old job to do this was that he’d get his turn to change careers once I get settled into a new job. But that means I need a job that’s going to pay decently and give us a certain amount of security. More pressure.
I know this is all going to work out, but it just feels like I’ve given up so much to do this and that I’m risking even more. I’m kind of an emotional mess lately, and I’m sure it’s because I’m tired and stressed. Plus I don’t have time for yoga anymore and my sleep schedule is all screwed up…
If you’ve read this far, thanks for letting me vent.