Honey, I was born so poor my neighbors where hogs waiting to be slaughtered. I was raised taught to slaughter what I eat after I raised it. Kill what you have cared for and eat them takes balls. Ive had the Balls to earn three College degrees , one in Audio with six professional audio certs, and pay cash for an Olde Brick Church. I record Metal and Advertise that I do in the Tennessee Delta section of the Bible Belt. Heretics still get arrested for absolutely nothing and drummed out of town. People in town walk up and ask me If I worship Satan. I usually reply where is my Lamborghini. Smiling at them instead of crossness, and rebuking their rubbish smartly, takes balls. From where Ive come from, get to where I am and what I do takes more balls than most people will ever gather. I am the generation before you that endured and stood up to quite some amount of abuse for letting my metal hair, and the finger fly. Thanks to those like me , the hair and tattoos are now ok in many work places in America. Im not one of those with an office cubicle haircut feigning the fight for metal. I push that fight with a swagger and bold smile with usually a un-nerving educated kindness to the religious right that would make Metal go away. I push the boundary every day.
Be careful in all endeavors bandwagon rallying behind anyone. If you listen to fools, the mob rules (Dio).
Earning my list of credentials not being born rich took extreme balls. Cordially, may you do so well sticking to your guns in art. It will not be an easy road. May you face less resistance from the inside than the generations that made the path.