Ah the first day of school… Totally not going to lie, I found myself combing through the dozen photos and posts of my facebook friends sending their children off to their first day of Kindergarten yesterday. I know, I know, I don’t want children right this second (take a deep breath, mom), but I couldn’t help but feel the constant little tug on my heart, wishing that I could have partaken in the same emotions that many of my friends experienced yesterday as parents. Maybe it was my socially constructed biological clock ticking, or maybe it was the typical bi-monthly fear of missing out (FOMO) garnered from stalking everyone’s highlight reel online, but whatever the reason, yesterday had me feeling sort of down.
Surprise! Vinnie and I have a new roommate. Over the past few weeks we have packed my entire apartment up – including every single one of Vinnie’s toys – and moved into a new apartment. We have officially added a third person to our household and Vinnie is quite delighted to have his second favorite human around to dote on him full time. We are almost completely unpacked and just about to hand the keys to my old apartment of three years back, so I apologize for my absence these past few weeks! Needless to say, this is an extremely exciting time for us and I cannot wait for this new adventure. One of the best parts about this new apartment is that I will now have a studio – of sorts. And with this new space, I have already caught the inspiration bug. Over the next few weeks I will start introducing some more work that will go into my shop, along with a few new items and projects that are non-invitation based.
This weekend I celebrated my 25th birthday. While nothing really major happens when you turn 25, except for insurance costs decreasing and the magical ability to drink decent amounts of alcohol without feeling like crap for 2 solid days disappears, I still felt like this was a big milestone. Okay, maybe not big, but how about a decent sized one?
When I was young, I always thought at this point in my life I would have a house, a husband and one kid (or be pregnant with said kid). I would be this awesome adult who had her entire life sorted out and an amazing career to boot. Instead, I live in a one-bedroom apartment, have a pretty wonderful boyfriend, and a spoiled rotten dog for a roommate. While I like to think of myself as an awesome… person, adult(ing) is something I struggle with every day. I am not a morning person – although I hope to become one, my closet and bedroom notoriously look as though I just missed the last tornado to Oz and I always wait for the low fuel light to come on before stopping to fill up. As for my career, hah! Nobody really prepares you for uncertainty. Great mentors encourage you to follow your passions by constantly feeding you lines about doing what you enjoy throughout your entire childhood, but what if you don’t know what you enjoy? What if you just don’t like to work and anything you would do for work isn’t exciting and fun? What if doing a job that encompasses a passion of yours turns into something you dread?
My first blog post – eek! You have probably stumbled your way onto this page because you know me personally, or have been pressured by a colleague and/or friend – ahem, thanks mom – but regardless, I am beyond excited that you have read at least this much before losing interest. Yes, I am starting a blog! Cue the dramatic music. My goal is that blogging will help document and compliment my etsy shop and wedding wire account with which I have recently decided to spend more energy and time. And who knows? Maybe provide you with some entertainment, knowledge about freelance graphic design, convince you to work with me on your next project, or at the very least show you some cute photos of my pup, Vinnie.