The Magic of saying No. I remember asking people about how it was to work as a freelance artist. I did often, way too often, desperately trying to gather information about it before making the jump, leaving my studio job in an attempt to improve my life. It was dire, they said. Overworking oneself was the norm, and accepting all gigs was assumed since, you know, work might come in irregularly and some months you might have nothing to do, forced to live off your savings. Plus out there, the world was hard, a jungle full of wolves, cannibals, zombies...More Like This
That's what they said. And I believed it, for a while.
Then I said NO to a commission, and the universe didn't implode. It was for moral reasons, actually: it was decently paid and in some way could have been motivating and, hell, I needed the money, but my guts spoke the truth, and you can't ignore your guts. I felt stupid at first, but soon I realized I did the right thing, and that feeling was absolutely worth it.