I lived in a rural and rather poor town in the middle of nowhere, i was not given too much materially and i had to help in the various family business (parents started one metric ton of tiny businesses). I didn’t realize i was the “rich kid” till late in high school. When i realized all the advantages i had, i began to worry about what would happen when i tried to strike out on my own. This fed off of pre existing fears making planing more than a year nigh impossible without being certain it will all end in failure. Now im stuck sorting recyclable till i get gud at art or convince myself that i can stick with collage for more than 30 seconds