The thing about this profession is that it inflicts upon you little sense of value. I'm not about to start on my disgruntled rant about the kind of exploitation that goes on in the industry because it helps nothing. I am going to say this though, that in April, I'll be working for my dad. With this, I've come full circle, rather unexpectedly, but I'm hoping this will bring me forward, in becoming closer to the things that I hope to materialize. Perhaps dreams have shifted. But the heart is no less the same.