When I was in high school, art was my thing. I was really good, but not great, and no other subject appealed to me all that much. So when I went off to college, pursuing something artistic made sense. I didn’t think I could be a working artist (like a painter or a sculptor), but I figured there was some way I could get a job doing something art-related. First I thought I’d study to be an art teacher, but eventually I shifted majors again so that I could become a graphic designer.
Again, I was not great, but passable, and worked at a few newspapers designing advertisements as I finished up college and then for a while after I graduated. A full time job in graphic design was never in the cards for me, and a few short months after being handed my diploma, two planes crashed into the Twin Towers. After that, I decided to give up on finding a “real” job and travel for a while, instead.
A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work. - Colin Powell
I worked here and there, doing this and that, and certainly got to see much of the U.S., which was a wonderful gift. After a handful of years, though, I was ready to land in one spot and pursue something that really appealed to me. But what was that? And how was I going to find it?