I am not a blog writing kind of person. It feels scary to be so public with all of one's thoughts and dreams. And yet here I am. After many years of being focused on my own home, a passion for design has emerged. It really crystalized when I was helping my mom redo some rooms in her house. She went on vacation and I offered to take ownership of the project and complete it in her absence. We discussed budget, mood, specific pieces, etc. and then I went to town. I loved it! It got me thinking that maybe I want to do this more. So I began to research and read and learn. And I fell in love with this idea and all these blogs and all these women out there who seem kind of like me and do amazing work.
When I was in college I had a photo I tore out of a magazine and stuck on my wall of beautiful people jumping off a cliff into the water below. It seemed to capture the excitement of embracing life, which is how I felt then, on the cusp. But then a number of things didn't go as planned and I ended up feeling more like I'd fallen off the cliff. It wasn't exciting - it was terrifying. But I've finally clawed my way back up and I'm ready to try again.
This is me taking a leap.
I spent the two days on either side of New Year's Eve this year working on a headboard project for my son's room. (I'll save the details of that for another post.) I found myself hoping that it was a sign of more projects to come in the new year. And then two days later on my birthday my dad gave me this card:
It captures so much for me. So much of me.
I've enrolled myself in a design course. I'm starting this blog. I am hopeful. Please join me on my new adventure. 1, 2, 3.....
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