As I'm rounding out my fourth year as a professional designer I'm starting to wonder what is next. I think all creatives start to feel that pull, looking for the next creative challenge to solve. Of course, I love design. I love what visual communication has given me. Landing a career in San Francisco as a graphic designer was certainly a very real, scary dream. But this next one feels twice as daunting. Like I'm afraid to break it or do it wrong, or something. This must mean that it's really really important to me, right?
"But you can't do the thing," says the little voice inside.
Through working with one of my mentors I'm learning that the "but" is my inner critic kicking in. When you start to drift off in to a daydream of something you've always wanted to do, your inside voice conveniently reminds you that, "it's too risky, you will probably fail. Don't." And for me, that secret dream job is in fashion, on fashion, around fashion, you get the point. My love for it is simple—clothes allow me to express myself with such fluidity. I can alter my look to match my very moody self. Getting dressed is a creative problem I find endlessly thrilling and I'm done ignoring that thrill. I am going to put myself in more situations to find a path that leads to fashion. Holy shit, pray for me.