I randomly came across a draft of a post I was working on almost 2 years ago, but for some strange I never posted it. I decided to publish it now because it’s funny (in a good way) how my life is unfolding. I’m currently working a second job as a fashion stylist for Google’s styling app – Tailor, and I’m working on an interior decorating project. As tiring as everything is, and as much as I hate neglecting my blog, I’m really happy with what I’m doing right now and I know it’ll only get better from here!
Written September 26th 2016:
When I grow up I want to be… – I feel really silly saying that at 28 years old, but I can honestly say that I haven’t really narrowed it down yet. I want to do it all; I want to be a fashion stylist, interior designer, and writer, but what is getting in the way of my dreams? Experience, that’s what!
I followed the “traditional” path – graduate from high school, go to college, get a degree that has “I just wanted to graduate” written all over it, go to grad school – get an M.B.A. and come out with no real experience, a shit ton of student loan debt and no networks to rely on. So here I am 10 months after graduation, with an entry-level job that’s good and all, but it’s not long-term. Now I’m asking myself the kindergarten question: What do I want to be when I grow up?
As a 5-6-year-old kid, I fell in love with fashion after watching Cindy Crawford on MTV’s House of Style. I made clothes for my dolls, started sketching for my future fashion line at age 12, joined the sewing club (still don’t know how to sew), discovered my love for interior design at 13, and had dreams of becoming a writer in high school. Somewhere in between then and now the aspirations sort of got lost. I was caught up in reality and my parent’s opinions and suggestions. My parents would tell me, “you need to go to college, get a corporate job and make as much money as possible!” No one I personally knew was encouraging me to do what made me happy, so I stopped considering my dreams as viable career options.
Over the last 7 months, I’ve decided to pick my dreams back up. I’m single, with no kids, no ties, and no real responsibilities. If I fail at my dreams, I will be the only person affected by the failure. Well, my parents would be too if I have to move back in, but the point is, I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. The same type of jobs I’ve been doing over the last 10 years will still be here if this doesn’t work out. I’m going to do it all, even though I may not have the experience in my prospective fields. The want, the drive, the passion is all there, I just hope and pray it will carry me through. I would be lying if I said I’m not scared to jump out there, but I’d rather walk the path scared than sit and wish I would’ve done it. Gary Vee said “document don’t create,” so I’ve decided to document this journey of following my heart. Let’s see how this goes!