Finding my Spark, Starting my Wild Fire
To understand my story, you have to understand I had a skewed view of what it was like to grow up and "get a job". As a kid, I had dreaded the idea of going to school (I didn't have what some would consider "school smarts"). I hated working on homework assignments I was completely uninterested in. I cringed at the thought of growing up (they call it "adulting" these days) to get a job I most likely hated. Getting a job sounded difficult, unrewarding, and mundane. Why would I want any of those things?
That was my outlook as I considered choosing a vocation. Passionate, positive, and exciting right? I didn't understand then what it was like to find something I loved so much I would want to invest my life's work into it.
My outlook changed when my older brother wrote me a "How to Survive College" Letter a few weeks before I moved into my dorm room. He told me where to hang out to make friends, what not to eat, and how not to procrastinate (I, however, will ALWAYS find a way to procrastinate---- sorry bro), and most importantly--- he told me to enjoy whatever I study, but not to let it define me or the vocation I would choose one day. He didn't tell me I could do whatever I wanted, but he DID tell me I wasn't locked into a Communication Degree for the rest of my life. And that was incredibly freeing for me to hear.
I'd applied to college with multiple programs and interests in mind: Theatre, Interior Design, Interpersonal Communication, Video Editing and Multi-Media, English, Hospitality, Journalism, and Fashion Design. Yup, I had a knack for people and creative arts. But why did I have to choose one when I wanted to choose them all???!!!
I chose Communication. It seemed to envelope most of what I was interested in.
Even still, I was discouraged. I honestly really didn't feel drawn to any particular vocation until my Junior Year of College when I became a Resident Assistant in the dorms. It was in that job I had the opportunity to decorate our hallway, interact with Freshmen on a deep personal level, Write a weekly newsletter for them to read and be encouraged by, Host parties and get-togethers in my room, plan small and big events for them, and talk fashion and style with them. I was doing everything I loved in a role I felt important and needed in.
It was the first time I felt like maybe I could pursue all the things I love. It was the first time I discovered it's okay to be a multipotentialite. To have and pursue many interests. Even vocationally.
I graduated from college and decided to continue working in University Housing with freshmen since I knew I enjoyed it and hadn't felt excited about much else. It was in Housing I supervised and employee who was studying print-making. She showed me some of her work and artistic process and I immediately wanted to start making my own designs. I started dabbling in watercolor, graphic design, and drawing-- none of which I had taken classes for previously.
I came out with a line of etsy greeting cards that epically failed--- my mom bought most of them. Thanks Mom.
At that same time, I was also gifted a nice camera and began taking pictures of the college students I supervised in my spare time. Friends and family started noticing my work and in the course of two years, I found myself designing wedding invitations, logos, websites, and photographing students, couples, and weddings. And I still LOVE doing those things. I LOVE mentoring women who are embarking on their own business journey as they try to follow their own spark. I LOVE creatively and visually helping Ladypreneurs brand themselves from pictures to website design.
And the best part?
I run my business Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, while I mentor college women through an organization called The Navigators on Tuesdays and Thursdays (and Monday night Bachelor Watch Parties!!!).
I'm doing EVERYTHING I love. I tell people I'm doing my dream jobs. And that's because I am.
Can you believe so many passions and sparks have led me to this beautiful wild fire?
Looking back, I can. And I'm grateful for it.
What does it look like for you to follow your spark?
Thanks for showing up to this Jamboree,