Have I picked the wrong path?

I'm going to preface this post by saying I have had a shitty week, all told. What with the craziness of classes, various annoyances I've had to discuss with people and may or may not have resolved, the paranoia of possibly running into my evil ex around campus, my general anxiety surrounding the major changes in my life and the re-assimilation into what could be considered routine, and the underlying feeling that I've done absolutely nothing useful with my life this week, that's not really a surprise. Plus, I made the mistake of reading creepypasta for hours last night, which meant not only did I have trouble getting to sleep in the first place, I also woke up about every two hours and finally had to sleep with the lights on at about four in the morning, and consequently slept in about three hours later than I'd planned.*

My point is this: I was talking with my guy Paul last night and came to the conclusion that I need to draw more often for the sake of practice. So today, I sat down, hit the "random" button at Questionable Content, and spent about forty-five minutes or so drawing different versions of Faye Whitaker. They weren't perfect, but I was pretty satisfied with what I ended up with. And here's the weird part - while I was drawing, I was concentrating so fully on it that I forgot everything that was bothering me. This hearkened me back to high school, when art was my favorite class because I could spend an hour every day doing something that was calming and distracted me from whatever else was going on in my life.

How in the hell did I forget about this?

Now don't get me wrong, I love writing; I'm an English major for a reason. But the difference between writing and drawing is that even if I enjoy what I'm writing, it's hard for me to stay focused on it at the best of times, unless I'm really on a roll or on the tail of an idea. Conversely, when I start drawing something, I get really into it. Maybe I'm not the best artist, but it doesn't really matter at this point.

I'm wondering if I picked the right career path. Maybe I should have started out in the art department or something. Or is this really what I want, and drawing as a side hobby is enough for me?

GAH EXISTENTIAL CRISIS



*That's the thing about creepypasta. It's not usually that scary when you're reading it, if at all, but it has a nasty habit of sticking random visuals in your brain just when you think you've forgotten about it.