It has been a while since I have written a journal entry here. I'm not even going to hint at the fact that I will try to write more regularly. But I thought I would write a little something tonight...
When I first started this deviant account, I was working in a call center. I spent a lot of time drawing as a way to escape from the world. I wasn't sure what it would lead to, but I did it anyway. I just needed to scratch this creative itch that I'm sure we all have experienced from time to time.
Less than a year later, and I am not in a call center anymore. It started when a few people at work noticed that I liked to draw and had some experience with Photoshop and Illustrator. I was invited to help with a few creative projects. Shortly thereafter, I was moved full time to a different department to help with building training curriculum. A couple months after that, I was moved over to the creative team as a graphic designer.
And only a few months after that, I was contacted by a friend that worked at a different company and was asked if I wanted to join their creative team as a graphic designer/media artist. I now assist in graphic design projects and video projects despite knowing next to nothing about video and not having gone to school for any sort of formal graphic design education.
I am not writing this to boast. In fact, I feel quite the opposite. I am humbled by the opportunities that have come into my life and feel quite undeserving of them, but at the same time I am determined to make the most of what has been given to me.
The reason I wanted to write this was to say that there is truth to the idea of following your dreams and passions. All I did was act on that prompting. I just did simple things. I drew. I created. Because that was and is who I am. I'm not the most talented artist. I have very little knowledge in comparison to my peers. But I knew that drawing had always been a passion of mine. I felt that if I just did a little something that my heart was telling me to do, it would somehow calm some of the stress and worries that daily life tends to bring. I sensed that it would bring me a little closer to my dreams...even though I myself didn't clearly know what those dreams were.
And so I drew. And I guess life took notice. I followed my dreams, and guess what...I'm a little closer to my dreams than I was a year ago.
I'm still not exactly where I want to be. I hope to continue to follow my dreams and I believe I'll eventually get there. And I hope you follow your dreams as well.