I have actually done some considerable sleuthing to find out what folks say in their very first blog post. I have been surprised to find that usually there is little recognition of beginning a journey like this. Maybe for most, starting a blog is not a great occasion of bravery like it is for me. My boyfriend has been encouraging me to start a blog for a long time, and before now, my stomach alway flipped thinking of the courage needed to put yourself out there. But I feel that my courage has been put to the test this past year and I have come out stronger and truly ready for this.
I want to start this blog because I’ve had a lifelong dream to design spaces that make life a little bit better for the people within them. I sacrificed a lot and worked really hard to go to architecture school where I thought I was getting one step closer to fulfilling that dream. However, when in the studios I felt out of place, didn’t see myself in the assignments or what I produced, and was taught to conform. I was convinced that I wouldn’t be accepted into the competitive program. I was heartbroken, thinking that my dream of architecture was slipping away and I’d come to feel as though my voice wasn’t worthy. I grieved deeply, but along with the support my family, I comforted myself by reexamining what I loved about architecture and by envisioning new paths to achieve the heart of my dream. Through this process, I rediscovered my own voice and realized that there are many forms of creativity that contribute to beautiful living.
As it turns out, I was accepted into the architecture program. But by the time I got my letter, my heart was in a new place. I was excited to start fresh, and didn’t want to go back to a training that made me think so terribly of myself.
So here I am, an architecture-school drop-out, dedicating this blog to all my passions and I’m all aflutter about it.