My Ass Is Tired
I have worked my ass off for this magazine since the get-go, but I gotta tell ya, my ass is tired. So I’m done. I think I’m done.
It’s not you. It’s me. I was too hopeful, to eager, to obnoxious. You can’t make people care. And though it pains me to say this, I’m not enough. I can’t keep pouring my life into this. I have other stuff that I want to do. I have places to go and things to sew and paint to throw…
I encourage you, as a community of like-minded – and open-minded – creatives to continue to encourage and support each other as you have here. Don’t let that fire go out! Like each other’s facebook pages. Share each other’s work on Pinterest. Other creatives are not your competition. I know it’s hard in Nashville, where the art scene is either meager or uppity, to not view other artists as competition. Use them to inspire you. Promote each other and the entire scene will blow up and it will be good for EVERYBODY!
I’m sad to let go of my baby. What stemmed from sheer frustration of the art scene has turned into a community of great, intelligent, hard-working people who wholeheartedly want to see each other succeed. I’m extremely proud of the work that I have done and the creatives that I’ve promoted. I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything in the world; not money, not success in another industry.
However, I feel as thought Furies has served its purpose in my life and that it’s time for me to move on. I saw it coming, but was too afraid to admit it to myself that I needed to go after my own dreams instead of hiding behind the people actively pursuing theirs.
Though the last post will be published on October 15th, the site will stay up until the domain expires next June.
I wish you success.
I wish you passion.
Now, go start your some fires!