Brand New Me

I stumbled across these colleagues I made back when I was in highschool, I'm guessing I was maybe 16. And it just sort of brought it all back.

Why did I ever question what I was supposed to be? Isn't it obvious. I would "borrow" magazines from the rec center where I played basketball every day and cut things out. I loved to cut out the inspiring type and match them with beautiful photos. Who knew you could do that for a living.

However, I get discouraged that my job isn't as glamorous as I thought it would be or as some other designers appear to be. Sometimes I'm just organizing a hideous form or flyer that someone thinks is extremely important, but I know no one will ever see. It's not inspiring. It's work. But that's life. And I guess I'm thankful to have it.

I also don't have a fabulous website with my portfolio flashing in your face. Someday that would be cool. But honestly, it seems like the people who have that either don't have a job or are looking for one. They must be. Because... I'm working. Portfolio? Ain't nobody got time for that.

Anyways, my sweet husband came home with this today. We'll see if this can keep my dreams intact.

I also found this was an art project I made in a college class. The outside is how I want people to see me. Perfect. Smiling. Beautiful. Happy.

The inside is my reality, who I really am and what I am made up of. The back is painted black to show how truly ugly I am without God's grace. Tears. An emotional rollercoaster. A bible verse written in spanish. A paint brush. The love of my life. A candle and the light of the world to show what I am supposed to be as a follower of Christ.

Stay inspired people.