I’ve learned to always carry at least one camera (and preferably more).
I’ve learned that carrying a camera is more efficient if one buys film first and makes sure the camera is loaded.
I’ve learned that sometimes “because I want to” is a good enough reason.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to go to the Zoo in the middle of the week by myself just to look at the animals.
I’ve learned that it’s okay to want to be alone on occasion.
I’ve learned that it never hurts to ask for what you want.
I’ve learned that “no” isn’t all that painful to hear - or say.
I’ve learned that sometimes there is nothing more satisfying than driving down the road screaming at my inner critic - even if I look like a nutcase - because no-one else will notice and it shuts my critic up.
I’ve learned that although I love my mother, I cannot expect her to be supportive of everything I do.
Corollary: I have learned not to tell my mother when I’m about to do something I know she’ll tear down (sadly, including returning to college and taking up art).
I’ve learned that I am an artist, and the only person that can stop me is me (too bad I’m so good at it).
I’ve learned that I am strong enough.
I’ve learned that it’s okay not to date when you don’t meet anyone who meets your standards.
I’ve learned that sometimes you shouldn’t say anything, just offer a soft shoulder.