Dear Me,

Tuesday is here and it feels like it should be Friday already! To say I'm exhausted is an understatement. Sometimes homework is like a mountain I can't seem to finish climbing. Not that I've ever actually finished climbing a mountain (;  
Do teachers forget that we're not just taking their class? Four classes...that's a big load. With a writing intensive class and a drawing and drafting intensive class...I'm feeling the heat.
Sometimes I need a break, just some time to chill out. So yesterday I watched 2 episodes of HGTV'd. It was grand relief.
Tonight as I sit here finishing up my 7-page-single-spaced paper on whether housing functions as a right or a privilege in the US, I keep glancing at my pillow and wishing my head was on it. But you know what? The second I think of that, I'm grounded. 
Why am I in school? To learn all I can and become the best designer, best homemaker, best encourager, and best problem solver I can become.  To become an influential women in my field of study.  To grow up and discover new things and to learn how to be dedicated.  I'm here in hopes of inspiring others to fall in love with their home, to encourage others to literally adore their dwelling {no matter where that may be}, and to teach others how to do those things in keeping with their lifestyle.


I'm smiling because I know I'm blessed to be sitting here writing my 7-page-single-spaced paper, I'm blessed to be exhausted, and I'm most certainly blessed to be where the Lord wants me, right here and right now.
So when I run out of steam physically and emotionally, I hope I will always remember to never tire of my passion. That's the ingredient that makes the cake sweeter and it's what gets me, and everyone, closer to where they want to be. Passion...that, and a big 'ole spoonful of dedication and caffeine in there too.

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Love,

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Dear Diary,

I'm sitting here trying to think of a tagline for my business.  That is my goal, you know, to start a business.  It's fun to think into the future because it confirms what I'm doing in the present.

Sometimes I feel ten thousand miles from home and want to give up. But not today. Today I resolve to not let anything stand between me and my dream.  I am no longer letting it bother me when people think interior design is an easy major for girls who want to be stay at home moms.  Of course, I'd love to be a mom one day and being a designer would provide a flexible schedule to do so, but it is by no means easy. 

 I work hard, study for hours, sketch until I'm proud of what I see, and most importantly, I dream.  Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming five or ten years down the road.  I'm sitting in my office, which is a light shade of gray and has a feature wall of a purple graphic wallpaper, and I'm smiling.  No matter the book keeping to done, orders to be placed, bills to be paid, or dinners to be made, I'm smiling. 

I smile because I love people.  Because waking up in the morning and knowing I'm going to be helping someone fall in love with their home fills my heart with joy.  There's a smile on my face because I see myself being an influential figure in my field.  I smile because I know this is what the Lord wants me to be doing with the rest of my life.   And if I ever doubt my purpose, I remember He has me here in Seattle, Washington for a reason.  That reason is not only to become an interior designer, but also to meet people along the way who share this passion of mine. 

 It breaks my heart when I hear parents telling their children to choose a career that will bring comfort to the check book or when I hear others telling me they wish they did what they loved.  I want to inspire others to pursue something that they are passionate about.  I want to encourage young girls {and boys} all over the world to find that one thing that makes you you, that makes your heart sing, and do it. Run after it full force.
Chase it with all that you have, because if you do what you love with the talents given from the One who loves you, then you will show love better to others.

Today I am thankful to my parents for the opportunity to be here learning, growing, and designing.  When my head is spinning, it's pouring rain, my manicure is chipped and I do not know where to begin with the pile of homework sprawled over my desk, I will reread this entry and again, it will be confirmed:

I am here for a reason.  I am destined to do this.  Serving others is my calling.  My joy is interior design.

I can't wait to do what I love for the rest of my life.

That is my prayer for everyone; doing what they love, too.  I want to see more passion in people's eyes.  More satisfaction, not because of the money they make, but because they are genuinely and undeniably excited about their work and their purpose.
This is me putting it in writing for the world wide web to see.  I want to always feel this way about design and people.

Love and Dreaming,

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