Welcome Home...To My World

I've always hated this question: "CKB, What are you going to be when you grow up?" Honestly, who ever knows the answer to this question before they're 25? Maybe a handful of abnormal miscreants and prodegies know what they're going to do at the age of 5, but they aren't the majority. I vaguely remember doing a school project in 7th grade about wanting to be a fashion designer. Yeah, right. And then of course, I used to sit in my living room with my stuffed animals and pretend to be a teacher and practice grading tests that I would make up myself. (I know it's cheesy, but it's my blog, and I'll share all the vomity details I want to.) Let's just say that dream faded far, far away when I discovered how awful homework really was.

 I changed my career goals a million times just like every other kid out there. But I knew one thing to be true: I couldn't live without my creativity. I was always dressing up and making up story lines. I took dance lessons starting at the age of 4. I liked to color, and I despised Math. I started taking photographs in high school and flourished in English, but it wasn't until college that I really realized I could possibly be a great writer if I wanted to. Working as a movie and food critic for my school newspaper, my life choices began to become more clear. Did I want to write for a newspaper though? No, not really. There wasn't enough creative freedom in it and everyone was constantly reminding me of how the journalism industry was dying out. But one feature writing class and editorial internship later, I came to the conclusion that if I wanted some kind of artsy farsty job, I was going to have to learn to incorporate my talent into something that was far more hands on than sitting at a desk in the air conditioning writing for a soon-to-be nonexistant job. So I started working on my public relations skills and spending more time writing about theatre and fine arts and wouldn't you know it finally hit me? I realized what I wanted to do: I wanted to become a fine arts communicator and public relations specialist.

So here I am almost a year out of college and struggling in a dying and unappreciative economy where art is the first thing to go, but I cannot deny my passion for expression. I have a hunger and a yearning for it that I cannot explain. I'm writing this blog so I can promote all the creativity I want. This blog is for those who share in my hunger for art. Because without it, my life wouldn't be the same. So whether you love it or hate it, kick back, relax, and get ready to receive an insight into the wonderful world of imagination. It's going to be a bumpy ride. Welcome to my world.

-CKB