Experiment.

I am a very indecisive person when it comes to options. However, once I do decide on something that's it and there's pretty much nothing stopping me. Right now I am finding myself freaking out on a constant basis. I have never been more mind-tangled when it comes to my life and what I want to do. The strange thing though is that its not that I can't find something I want to do with my life. There are way too many things that I am intrigued by to focus my attack on one. I have started to consider using this blog a way to help me figure things out. Try each thing, post my progress and then move onto the next.

My dilemma: I am almost done with my bachelors degree in advertising. I regret nothing about that decision but its a little bit broad seeing that I ended up leaning toward the creative side and there are so many options within that side of the business alone.

I can't really afford the tuition or the time to take another blind stab at a degree program to see if thats gonna be the one. So I am thinking about this!!! > I am going to start creeping on the amazing people around me to teach me all they know or at least one cool thing. I'll feature what they are all about and then I'll keep posting the progress. I'm excited. Anyone want to volunteer to be my first uh... victim? or... actually I think it would be considered a "mentor."

I am ready to experiment with the old way of education, before college was the norm of society. My dad learned everything he knew from the wise and sometimes older. He now is one of the most interesting people I know, has returned the favor to the not so wise and sometimes younger and has succeeded in multiple creative professions.

What am I looking to learn? Well I would really like to learn how to make things and do things. Anything creative. At the risk of sounding like a complete asshole, I consider myself to have potential in different creative crafts but right now I am much like a spastic squirrel. I just don't know which way to go... and if you know me, you know my biggest fear is death by fast moving vehicle.

There Goes the Fear

Triggered by a salty near death experience a few weeks ago in Puerto Rico I now realize bravery cannot exist without first being in a state of true fear. One event seems to have changed me forever. Since that day I have been taking advantage of the things that scare me with incredibly satisfying results. My point: re-assess what it means to be brave. There is opportunity in fear.

Off Day

I haven't touched my hair in almost three years. This morning a little switch flipped in my brain and I was either going to kick a pigeon or do something equally satisfying. So I went and had my hair cut off.

Disenchanted

Winter break was spent with my family in Barbados. Paradise. Freshly caught snapper and flying fish every night for dinner and perfect turquoise waves often to ourselves. Over the course of one week I went to six Holiday themed beach parties that I assume would resemble spring break. When did something so enchanting turn into a week long hangover? I'm thinking somewhere between the one time my mom mom screwed up and used the same wrapping paper for the Santa presents and the first year my family decided to run away from reality by escaping to the Caribbean for Christmas. Vacation is great, but in some ways I wish we clung onto our small town Holiday traditions as long as possible.