Every one has that skill they let drift away in the background. It didn't pan out, or you thought you were not good enough. So you let it go, and tried to be more realistic. Maybe your like me and you got a second chance, even if it looks like a complete failure.
I had been drawing since I could get my hands on a pencil. I plaster notebooks and loose paper with my little drawings. At a young age, everyone draws cartoons and little comics of observations. Many artists start this way and graduate to more of a realism approach, or dive into abstract style. I, for some reason, was always facinated with animation and cartooning methods. I had a hard time training myself to draw more realistic artwork, but I did because I saw the benefits. I was in art class through most of middle school and high school (I skipped one semester to broaden my courses). I had always been one of the best artist in class, but I felt like I fell short. Mostly because I was more interested in cartooning and a 'messy' style of art. I always thought it was because I was lazy, but the better reason was it didn't resonate with my soul.
In senior year of high school, I decided to pursue a film degree. Objectively, I assumed I wasn't cut out to be an animator, and I always was enamored with the process of filmmaking. I was also an active thespian in high school, so it made sense to move into the movie realm. I spent four years investing in learning about filmmaking and how to craft a story. I even took classes outside of my major to make sure I had a rounded education. When I graduated I tried a basic nine-to-five job, and quit about a month in. Then I was an independent video contractor for years, until I again needed a more stable income. This lead me to work for a church for about three months, till I was fired.
I spiraled; hard. Overeating, and constantly too depressed to even leave my own room. I would only leave to get enough food to last me for a while, and I was afraid of running into my friends. The only thing that made me feel even an ounce better was drawing on my iPad (which I purchased before losing my job). It gave me joy to create stories again, ones I assumed were not good enough to share.
After a while, I moved back home to Colorado for multiple reasons. There, I was determined to do something with my life. I was given a chance to basically do a six-month personal study on cartooning and minimal animation. I worked on character development, and lunged myself into making a comics, even if they were just sketches. It was the only thing that was making me happy. I spent a lot of time trying to even wrap my brain around where I was at in my life. It was a hard time, and yet also a very educational one.
So now, here I am, making comics like I dreamed of doing as a kid. Not really making any money from it yet, and I have a long road ahead. I'm the type of person who has great ideas, and never finishes them. Maybe it will be like that again, but I'm gonna work on that. I want to make stories that change people's mindset and makes them happy. Something, when they read or watch it, forget what was stressing them out and can laugh a bit. Storytelling has always been my goal, and I'm gonna see what stories I produce this time.
Work to make the world you imagine.