Fresh Beginnings.

2010-01-20T00:31:00.000-08:00

     The start of it all. Through life I always knew what direction I was heading towards. Everything was always planned out...school events, my career goals, and what was expected of me. It was a year ago when I thought things could work out; me trying to plan everything on my own, but that didn't work out. I moved back in with my parents, a failure I'm sure all of us have dreaded. This wasn't part of the plan and day after day I found myself thinking, "What the hell am I doing?" I was discouraged since the day I returned. The map I had to leading a successful life had forks in the road. Every decision came with a drop of doubt and I was back to square one. My future, school (what I was working so hard towards) just didn't seem like the right idea. I wanted to be a baker...bakess, a T.V. show host, a radio DJ, an orchestra conductor, but it always came back to Architect. I couldn't distinguish right from left anymore.

   Over the course of a week or so, I began to finally put back together the puzzle pieces that once made sense. I'm not sure if it was the engaging conversation I had had moments ago, or the touch of nature that struck my brain earlier, or the movie that inspired me just the other day, or perhaps it was the melody of desperation that caught my attention. But what I knew for certain is that I had grabbed back the passion I once had for life. The passion that made me excited for the tiny ingredients to making it throughout the day.

     So what are you passionate about? I want to know what brings you ultimate joy or what gets you throughout the day. I want the world to get back their bit of happiness.

There is always hope.

Fresh Beginnings.