After high school I didn’t really have a concrete plan of what I wanted to do with my life and that didn’t bother me; I would figure it out as I went along. I had a lot of interests; I studied journalism for a year, and then switched to computers which were just starting to change the world.
I continually committed myself to more than I could do, but I didn’t see the logic yet. I always seemed to sign up for one class too many, then would get stressed about the workload. Soon I was running to the Registrar’s office to drop a class.
Sweet relief, followed by an awful guilt.
I got a two year degree but knew I wanted more. I studied graphic design while working at a job I stumbled onto. I fell in love and quickly married.
It was like falling from the sky and landing on a big fluffy cloud—I was so happy. I didn’t know myself and I was not even cognizant of it. I moved along from one thing to the next thing that presented itself to me. Looking back I realize that I have an impulsive nature, which caused me to make some poor choices. It didn’t help that I was driven by anxiety—anything to make it stop. My job was stressing me out, so I leaped to another, finding a peacefulness I never expected. Continue reading