How Do We Define Success?

This is a sort of continuation of a point I made in my last (long) post. About how our concept of success changes from the time we start college to somewhere quarter-life/mid-career.

Something we start to realize as adults is that there is no line to define success. This encompasses everything in our lives personal and professional.

I was always an ‘artsy’ person. My dad still has a collection of stories I wrote and illustrated as far back as 6 years old. He remembers being genuinely worried about me when I would sit in my room for hours on end drawing instead of playing outside. Not much has changed. I grew up rather reclusive and still am to this day. When I got pregnant at a young age, my perspective on everything changed. I was a senior in high school and had no clear path ahead of me. I am in NO way promoting this method of finding yourself, however this was the best thing that could have happened to me. For me. In general, I think girls in this position make a series of decisions that either; A. Lets them out of all responsibility, or B. Holds them back because they see their situation as an inescapable burden. There is another option, which may be the most difficult. To accept the changes that are about to come and make some for yourself. I chose this route for me and my future daughter. My boyfriend and I bought a house (making me the only senior in high school with a mortgage), I graduated, stayed home baby for two years (with an odd job here and there), then enrolled myself in a Visual Communications program at Ivy Tech Community College. I enrolled in the program on a whim after taking several certified nursing assistant (CNA) courses and realized after starting clinicals that it was not what I was meant to do. It was a spontaneous decision and yet a very long time coming. This decision was not supported by everyone in my life and would lead me down a completely new path, for the best. I went to school full time for several years, started gaining independence and honed a skill that I love.
I have been a freelance graphic designer for 4 years now.
That path I had envisioned in college was one that ended in freelance design. It was something I thought I would take many years to earn. It would be a sort of retirement: a free-spirited lifestyle allowing me to work while I travel. I never expected it to find me so soon and quite by accident.
To be continued…

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