Drastic Measures Don't always work...

Change, for the right reasons can be a great and necessary thing. It teaches you to re-evaluate your current situation. Sometimes it can really make you appreciate things in life before you made the change. Sometimes, however, it puts you at such a distance from your old routine that you can look on it with new eyes and see it from a perspective that makes you realize just how stuck you were. Moving to Thailand was both of those things for me. I felt like the work that I was doing was significant and I was actually making some money doing what I love and then I hit a wall. I hit a wall creatively and strategically. I had started doing a lot of commissioned work for friends, and then friends of friends and it was spiraling in the right direction and then it came to a halt. My creative rut and my occupational rut came together and formed a trench with walls that needed scaling. I reached a point that most of us artists reach and had the brilliantly conventional idea that maybe I should teach. I can't seem to baby step my way into life altering decisions so I decided that the best way to figure out if I was a teacher at heart was to move to the middle of nowhere Thailand and teach english to five year olds. What I learned instead was that I have a ridiculous fear of small lizards and that I definitely do not want to teach five year olds. It was a great experience and I learned so much about myself and all of that reflective meandering but I wasn't on the same commitment level that some of my colleagues in the field were. Some of them are still there teaching and have found their way into great, high paying jobs and some of them went home and furthered their education. I went straight back to the bar. I was so broke and in dire emotional need of a comfortable, ego-stroking environment that I went straight back to place I clawed my way out of.

My Anuban kids (Kindergarten) learning english songs.
Alright, a lot of it was very rewarding.