A hard look at the core
You ever take a look how you got started doing the thing you do?
Sure, all of us possessed of some degree of self-awareness have stopped at one time or another to ponder the winding, hilly path that's led us to the persons we are today. Identity has never been for any of us a straight line drawn from point A to point B. It's difficult to take a look at that path and not faintly taste the slight bitterness of regret. What does that other path look like?
Not everyone gets to make a living doing the thing they love doing.
Wait, is that an assumption? If we're all doing our part in society by performing whatever tasks best suited for our aptitudes, how are all of us making a living at something not doing what we're meant to be doing?
Sometimes we go far down a road that we've chosen only to find the twists and turns lead us to unexpected places. At times, these places are welcome departures. They can even be happy diversions that lead us from the place we thought we were going to new and better locations.
You're on the ice cream trail and instead of following it all the way to Sundaeland you get diverted to BananaSplitsburgh. You then come to realize that you love banana splits and was always destined to.
But, what if you're on the gumdrop trail on your way to GummyBearville but you find yourself in FudgeValley? Sure, it's a sweet place, but you didn't want chocolate.
Enough of that digression.
I've been in the mood lately to go back and find what it was that I loved about design in the first place. I find myself wanting to explore that passion again.
I want to go back/go back/to dear ol' Syracuse
Maybe it's a desire to get back to basics. Maybe it's a way of looking at my path in order to find where it diverged undesirably. I haven't lost the passion for design. That's what happens when you don't get to do what you thought you would get to do and those who do what you want to do get to do so not only well but with exceeding joy.
Jealousy.
I want to get back to what I did before I started doing what I do now. It's time to stop not doing what I love.
Sure, all of us possessed of some degree of self-awareness have stopped at one time or another to ponder the winding, hilly path that's led us to the persons we are today. Identity has never been for any of us a straight line drawn from point A to point B. It's difficult to take a look at that path and not faintly taste the slight bitterness of regret. What does that other path look like?
Not everyone gets to make a living doing the thing they love doing.
Wait, is that an assumption? If we're all doing our part in society by performing whatever tasks best suited for our aptitudes, how are all of us making a living at something not doing what we're meant to be doing?
Sometimes we go far down a road that we've chosen only to find the twists and turns lead us to unexpected places. At times, these places are welcome departures. They can even be happy diversions that lead us from the place we thought we were going to new and better locations.
You're on the ice cream trail and instead of following it all the way to Sundaeland you get diverted to BananaSplitsburgh. You then come to realize that you love banana splits and was always destined to.
But, what if you're on the gumdrop trail on your way to GummyBearville but you find yourself in FudgeValley? Sure, it's a sweet place, but you didn't want chocolate.
Enough of that digression.
I've been in the mood lately to go back and find what it was that I loved about design in the first place. I find myself wanting to explore that passion again.
I want to go back/go back/to dear ol' Syracuse
Maybe it's a desire to get back to basics. Maybe it's a way of looking at my path in order to find where it diverged undesirably. I haven't lost the passion for design. That's what happens when you don't get to do what you thought you would get to do and those who do what you want to do get to do so not only well but with exceeding joy.
Jealousy.
I want to get back to what I did before I started doing what I do now. It's time to stop not doing what I love.