The Beginning

Ten months ago I was a junior designer at a high end residential interior design firm in Manhattan. Business was good and I was looking forward to seeing one of the projects I worked on published. Things were hopping. Then September 2008 happened. The market crashed and by Thanksgiving I was laid off. When I contacted my headhunter he told me that because of the economy design firms were casting off employees like last years fashions. "Give it a year", he said reassuringly and hung up.

I was terrified. Not only had I lost my job, but becoming an interior designer in Manhattan had been my dream and quest for all of my adult life. Without the work or even the possibility of finding work, I was empty. This huge void in my life forced me to see that over these last few years while I was so focused on my professional ambitions and getting the rent paid I stopped feeding my soul and my passions had become my daydreams.

I want to remember what first inspired me to go to design school and hopefully by tapping back into that original spirit, I can foster the rebirth of my self and know what spark started this chain of events that I call my life. So I am starting at the beginning with my first love, drawing.

Song of the day Generator ^ 2nd Floor by the Freelance Whales.*

*(Set up an account with Imeem, a free shared music website, to listen to my song selections).