I've always been creative. I grew up drawing... on literally everything (walls, tables, napkins, occasionally paper etc.). I also loved thinking up stories for the things I drew. By the time I entered high school, I knew that I wanted to be writer. But during my junior year I was compelled to be on the yearbook team. It opened me up to a whole new world: The World of Design. We had limited resources, being a small school, but I created amazing things with what little I was provided. So by the time senior year came, I decided that I was going to study Graphic Design in college.

It wasn't what I expected. Everyone else seemed to be prepared and inspired, while I was struggling to prevent my professors from barfing at my work. When I was accepted in the BFA program after my review, I was so overjoyed... and so terrified. So time went on and I came very close quitting several times. I just didn't get it. Why couldn't I be like everyone else? Why wasn't my style like my peers'? Why was it so hard to make my professors feel proud or happy or inspired or wowed or all of the above?

I graduated with a BFA in Graphic Design and went on my way. I worked and am still working just as hard as I did in school to learn design skills that seemed to come so easily to my peers. I was and am determined to get better, to be better. But after coming this far in my journey, I've learned some things about myself. My style of design kind of varies. I USED TO (key phrase) be ashamed and embarrassed about that. "Why can't I be like him or her?" I used to think. But even when I tried, I couldn't stop being... Well, me. I've grown to love my inconsistencies and my occasional consistencies, even if my peers don't get it. I am a designer and I can't stop and I won't stop being just that.