Finding a Place For My Future

      "Look at your tummy Mommy! It looks like a watermelon! I can't wait for the baby! I'm going to push her out for you!" I exclaimed with a smile plastered across my face at the age of 4. All I wanted to be was a "baby pusher" a.k.a an OB/GYN for the longest time ever. As I grew up my list of careers would only change about a million times. Veterinarian, teacher, zoo keeper/amusement park owner/animal trainer, pediatrician, astronomer, and etc. The list never ends.

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      My heart heart beats faster as it is anchored down by anxiousness and only continues to get worse the more I think about the idea of growing up and getting a job. Here I am at 15, only getting closer to being 18. In other words, that means on the road to college and my future career. Recently, I've started to think more about my path; what I want to be. I used to believe that you should pick out your job according to how much it pays, then I started imagining what it'd be like to do something you didn't enjoy. It'd be like being stuck in the world of grey. It'd be boring and sad.

          I've known this since I was little, but never realized it until not long ago. I remember when I was little I would strut in my mom's heels in the hallway as if it were a catwalk, pick out all my sisters' outfits for school, and tell my mom she shouldn't wear something if I didn't think it was appealing. I wanted to work in the fashion industry, specifically as a fashion blogger. It combines all the things I love like...

·         Photography/Video

·         Social media

·         Fashion

                                                  Sincerely Jules

            Every day I sit on my bed, scrolling through glamour, beauty, dreams. I aspire to be the girl who gets to sit front row during fashion week, travel all around the world, collaborate with legendary companies, and most of all, live in her passion. Like Confucius said, "choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life." 

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            Like most dreams, mine comes with a risk which is my blog failing to make a name for itself especially as the competition becomes stronger and more difficult. The "what ifs" instill fear in me as much as the thought of growing up does.

            I think about safety nets; like taking on a different role in this industry and putting time aside to blogging as a hobby. If it grows and becomes something major, I would take it on full-time and if it doesn't, I would keep on doing what I'm doing. The one thing I wouldn't do is click the delete button on my blog. It's my passion; a place to express myself, find comfort in, and make me happy. Something I love isn't something I quit on.