I have always loved creating; no matter the medium, as long as I was actively creating something, life was good. Despite this love and constant need to feed it, I never considered myself the "creative type." I only took mandatory art classes in school, even though they were my favorite, because I did not consider a future where I could do that type of work for a living. I tried every kind of extracurricular class in school and found nothing that made me excited for the future. Then when it came time for college, I was a hot mess.
I first applied to the Dental Hygienist program, ditched it for Criminal Justice before I even started, then bounced to business management one semester in and decided to commit because I couldn't afford to change my mind again (even though I eventually did, and I regret nothing). It wasn't until I finished my Business Management degree and had a quarter-life crisis a month into working toward an Accounting degree that I realized why I wasn't finding happiness in my work: it suffocated my creativity and need to create.
I was terrified of failure and filled with imposter syndrome when I started my graphic design journey, but I also felt like I could breathe again. It felt like I was getting something right, and for the first time, I felt certain that this was what I wanted to do. And here I am, ready for the next step in my journey; I can't wait to see where it takes me.