Life is crazy and trying to figure out “how to make it” is the battle that I have been facing since last June. June is when I graduated from college. I thought I was going to be getting a job and moving out of my parent’s house, oh was I wrong. But being wrong was not entirely a bad thing. It has inspired me to take a path that maybe I would not have followed unless I was forced too.
I graduated from school with a graphic design degree and some big dreams, dreams that were slowly being diminished by a bad economy. Now I am facing the ever-growing fear of not “making it” and the fear that I might not do something with my life. So here is my attempt to not “waste” anymore time and anymore of that dumb thing we call fear.
I have decided that I am going to take a HUGE leap of faith and see where it lands me… hopefully not in a sewer somewhere in the streets of rainy Portland. But that is a risk you take when you’re a risk taker. Though I have never considered myself to be such a thing.
There are many events in my life that build up to the culmination of me, being in this particular spot. Now that I see myself here in this predicament facing what might be the most difficult thing in my life I am forced to take that risk. This is my attempt to get into a world that I feel I need to be apart of. The place where dreams are born and passion is tested. Long hours and hard days are all that lie ahead. Jewels and glamour are not all that comes with being a beautiful fashionista.
