What if...?

Today I found myself wondering what life would be like if I weren't an artist...how all aspects of my current life would be running in a completely different manner. And then I thought of relationships, how every single one of the people I've met along this path have directed it in some way-whether it has been through simply the choice to venture out on the weekend, or something on a more drastic scale such as my relocation to another town or city. It's hard to break it all down and really decide whether being an artist has caused my life to be more or less of any one thing. I know it's helped me to arrive upon understandings, but I also feel that this declaration of artistry is responsible for my restlessness, desire, and never-ending bouts of self examination and heavy handed critique.

But then again, maybe that's just me.