..the name game..

I've spent my life trying to decide what I want to spend my life doing. Does this make any sense?

I remember being an awkward tweenager, with an absolutely horrendous uni-brow, and wishing/dreaming with all my heart to be a marine biologist solely because of my unwarranted obsession with manatees. I proudly used my vacation money one summer to purchase a t-shirt with a large manatee on the front. I bought a manatee pendant for a necklace, and was proud of being a supporter of the sea cow. Poor me,

Next, I wanted to be a psychologist. I wanted to work with young kids and fix everyone...SN: I know that those of you who really know me are rolling your eyes and thinking "oh imagine that, she wanted to fix everyone! Get off it ;)... So I entered the bright new world of college and took semesters of psychology courses, only to become THAT girl. Yes, her. The one that over-analyzes every situation and psycho-analyzes every person. Poor me

I was going to be the most amazing nurse the world had ever known. I'll make this explanation short and sweet. I was going to be the most amazing nurse the world had ever known, until I discovered that my stomach wasn't on my team. Poor me.

Teaching was absolutely my calling: until I taught. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE the kids, and I am good at what I do (if I do say so myself), but a lifetime of this?  I'll leave that for someone with much more patience, and grace than God blessed me with. Poor..oh, you get the point.

Currently, I am a Fashion Merchandising/Interior Design Major Business/Food and Nutrition minor. I'm going to own my own boutique/cafe. And its gonna be amazing! The good news about this? is that I love to cook, and have been doing so for years. I love. love. love. to sew, and have been doing this for years as well. And I especially love to redecorate. Its funny how people always tell you to find a job doing what you love and it won't feel like work. I've never really understood that concept until I picture my life with a "job" where I sewed, cooked, created, laughed, and lived. How fun.

I know. How absolutely unacceptable it is of me to post a cliche post like this just as you are trying to get to know me. But seriously; there is a lot to be said of abandoning the everyday pressures of this overly stressful life, and finding your comfort zone, or "happy place". Mine just happens to be designing and creating projects, in a pink house, in  (what some may call) the projects.