While I would like to eventually have the ability to sell my art like my dad does, "making it" to me just means having something that makes me happy. Just being "good" at it, I guess, or at least somewhat proficient.
Honestly, making it to me is just becoming an artist. People try to pander and junk by telling me I already am by virtue of trying, but I don't buy it. Being an artist takes effort, passion, and dedication. My brand of the first doesn't matter, the second is dwindling, and the last one I've obviously fucked up by taking ~10 year break.
I'm 25. I understand it's young and, admittedly, it is. Humans live well into their eighties, after all. But if I see no improvement and I'm still at a loss after a few years, it stops being an issue of length of time and more if I just ruined the foundation completely.
Maybe I'm being dramatic, but I'm just so depressed and I have nobody I can confide in about this. It's just been festering for ages.