"I don't act, I just make faces"

After selling one of my drawings last week (No, I did not tell you. I'm sorry, I know, I owe you some good news every now and then. But I did not really like that particular piece, and it annoyed me slightly that somebody wanted it - of all the work I've done. I'm afraid I'm one of those people who are just a bit too critical at all times. Always doubting. I just read Tom Gabel's blog who wrote about this festival in Japan and how he watched fucking Coldplay perform and how he wondered if he could ever be like the crowd commanding Chris Martin. Being the person he is, talented and in his position he is still insecure about himself. There are people that lack the final bit of confidence. This might be the one thing Mr Gabel and myself have in common. Horray.) I figured I could finally go about the health care issue by joining the "Künstlersozialkasse", maybe. That's a federal insurance company for artists and free lance writers. Both might apply here. The main reason I didn't go for it yet is that I have problems defining myself as an artist. Or a writer. I find it slightly ridiculous to say: "I'm an artist! That's my art." Such big words that don't seem to fit. Others seem to have less problems with that, rightly or not. I need to step up for myself. Just a bit more. Maybe. Soon.