dear diary: graphic design program
this week is birthday week. get excited. to shake things up i'll be sharing pieces of my work, pages from my diary (the growing pains and all) and reflections on my past to properly celebrate thirty-one years (and reveal things you might not know about me yet!).
in april 2004, i was in college, getting the hang of being a wife and desperately wanting to get accepted to a prestigious graphic design program. i figured it was the pathway to the career i hoped for.
spoiler alert: after i wrote this diary entry i found out i was not accepted. instead i received a letter about my promising portfolio, urging me to continue my art education and apply the following year. i was crushed and wondered if i was cut out for this. wondered if i was fooling myself, wondered what was in store for me, wondered if i should find a new major / a new passion. little did i know, i would not be applying again. something completely new would create a fork in our road.
turns out, slowly but surely we discovered what we'd be doing instead:
dan wanted to be a lawyer! we were moving to california for law school!
and the next question was... how did i intend to put him through school?
and where would we find affordable housing in so. cal!?
p.s. i find it ironic / amazing that the happiness quotes i wrote down (above left) were just the words of advice i needed to hear!