Suzie Anthony

I am a struggling artist and I have high aspirations of making a name for myself doing what I love doing best. I scrape by with commissions and other jobs that occasionally come my way, with the hopeful promise of leading me onto bigger and better things. Am I being naively optimistic in holding our for my big break?

I often convince myself that I don't need more than to earn a modest wage, to "get by" and never change my goal until I've got where I want to be. But I'm not getting any younger, and one day I hope to start a family. Everyone knows children are expensive, and I don't want to be forced into another career by my decision to have children.

Recently I've found myself looking at rich city types, who can afford designer suits and big houses, and I wonder if following my dreams are worth it? Maybe I should have been an investment banker, worked for Rowan Dartington or HSCB, or been a lawyer, or a doctor. Anything that would put more money in my bank account, and on a more regular basis. And I wonder now, at 25, is it too late to go in that director, even if I wanted to.

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