All my life i have been asked...
Are you a stylist? Are you in Fashion?
Are you from NYC? Omg. where did you buy this?
Yes. I can dress and no I'm not the best dressed but I sure do have an eye for great pieces.
I was always told that Art School was to expensive, I was afraid of student loans.
What if I don't get accepted?
All, my life I have doubted myself, fears have held me back.
I am no longer afraid, I am no longer staying still.
I moved to California to start fresh?! Who knows why I ended up here, truthfully to me it
was all a series of unfortunate events that led me here.
Well, when one door closes, the other one opens.
And many doors have been opened, many chances have given and many new wonderful opportunities have risen.
I applied for financial aid for the local community college and nothing.
I felt once again slammed to the floor. I took on this real estate course because to be honest
i know its good money and a safety blanket but we all know selling homes is not my passion.
Did I really want another job? or a career for once?
I took a chance and applied to the art school, yes there is a campus in Sunnyvale but why settle again?
I said if i do it I'm going all out, going to the city and stepping out of my comfort zone.
Truth is I am a city girl, I feed off the freaks, the noise, the oddities and the hustle and bustle.
So, I applied, took the train to the city like an adult and applied for loans.
Everything worked out, and I am officially a Fashion student at the Art Institute of California - San Fransisco. The plan is to eventually move to NYC. I have a dream, and I've come this far
I'm not selling myself short.
Everything happens for a reason, we all must learn to appreciate life and deal with the hand we are dealt. But how good of a poker player are you?
Ive got my game face on!
Just a few minor things to take care of, a small debt to settle and I will be in a good place!
I am not one to believe or preach, but lately I am a firm believer that we truly hold ourselves back
with fear and insecurities!
Next stop, Paris baby!!
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