Growing up outside a small town, I had dreams of moving to
the big city. I was an aspiring artist, crafter, reader, and designer.
Wide-eyed with opportunity and almost
speechless with passion, I was inept to render a defined focus.
Fast forward to college graduation, I emerge from my
academia bubble and realize how sheltered the previous five years have been
(Yes, five years). My susceptibility to the limited job market brings desperation
and like all the other Ugg and jean skirt-wearing females, I am desperate. Suddenly
my “practical” skills of knowing a simple knit stitch and Bravo’s nighttime
scheduling isn’t gonna cut it. I had
so many achievements in that much needed fifth year. I grew my hair out, not succumbing
to whims of getting bangs or a pixie cut. I lost weight and was able to fit into
a size 1 pair of jeans if I wiggled and clenched my ass muscles just right. I
was shacking up with a guy who appeared to have his shit together and honing my
abilities to provide comedic relief. Practically a Mother Teresa, I finally
discovered I couldn’t keep working for free and fulfill the basic necessities
of life, like purchasing the $600 Burberry purse I’d been salivating over.
In the end, I forcibly relied on my practical business
degree (and bullshitting skills) and was awarded a position within a Fortune
100 Company (pretty much sheer dumb luck). Now, at 25, I find myself in a man’s
world where my creativity and artistic prowess remain unleveraged. Luckily, the
hole in my nose from a previous piercing has healed shut nicely and I have no
other visible body art expressing individuality. So, as far as I can tell, this
corporate facade I present from the hours of 9-5 is widely accepted.
While monetary
compensation quiets my sorrows, my bachelor of fine arts degree in design,
photography, and jewelry and metal-smithing sits dormant. Within my gray
prison, I still dream my dreams. This blog is an attempt to regain the passion
that once overwhelmed and consumed, to fight complacency, and extract and cultivate
the ideas residing in my marrow. If anyone should happen across this blog and
find inspiration or enrichment, I will be glad. However, for me, this blog is
an indulgence, meant as a challenge to be the girl I once was and chronicle my
transformation of simple musings to something of personal significance.
*Please note this is a revised version of my first posting. The second posting will not be revived in any way. Sorry to disappoint all my fans.
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