“When I grow up I’m going to be a …”
How many of you, when you were just little tikes (or littles
as I like to call them), knew what you wanted to do with your life? For those of you that did know what you wanted
to do that young… I say, “You lucky duck.”
When I was little, I didn’t have dreams of growing up to be
a ballerina, or a cop/doctor/fireman, etc.
I went and created my own job where I would get to travel around the
world, creating illustrations of what I saw to dawn the pages of the children’s
books I would be writing and taking pictures of everything. (Honestly, that still sounds kind of fun). This job was dreamed up by a child who knew
what she enjoyed doing and thus combined them all into one dream job.
Fast-forward to present … I have five years of college experience
under my belt having attacked three completely different majors and have absolutely
no degrees to show for it. As a result, I’ve
been hosting receptionist positions for the better part of ten years or more.
As you may have figured out, I enjoy art. I’ve been doodling/drawing/painting since I
was old enough to hold a marker. My mom
tells the tale of how I was drawing details in ears when I was just
3-years-old. As life progressed, I
developed a very curious nature and focused it a lot on the human mind and how
it works. “Why do people do the things they do?”
“Why do they react this way?”
Then a few years back I worked for a company where they had me assist
the graphic designer/marketing director and I thought, “Wow! I would LOVE this job!” That’s where my love of marketing started and
one I’ve squelched ever since.
Fear always held me back with thoughts of how I might fail
but after my boyfriend, mother, grandparents, friends and other family (and
even some co-workers) all said I should go back to school … I happily announce
that I have started to ball rolling on doing just that. I am in the very
beginning stages of applying to our local community college to obtain degrees
in both graphic design and business marketing.
To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement but my mom reminded
me that this time around I’ll be learning something that I actually care about and
that classes will be less daunting, dreadful but will in turn be something I‘d look
forward to.
So remember that when you have a dream in your heart, don’t
let your mind talk you out of it. Going
back to school will allow me to obtain a job where I potentially get to do
something I love and have the choice of being able to stay at home with my
future family and still continue working. But prayers are always welcome as I take yet another swing
at the college life!
