“What in your life is calling you? When all noise is silenced, the meetings adjourned, the list laid aside, and the wild iris blooms by itself in the dark forest, what still pulls on your soul? In the silence between your heart beats hides a summons, do you hear it? Name it, if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there?” – The Terma Collective
People spend their entire lives looking for what drives them, what makes you, you. We look at our hobbies, and search for our passions, and through time we turn these things into what our world calls a “job.” It takes years of searching, digging, taking the wrong path but making the right turn to find yourself in the mist of things. In a world, so big you must have a mindset even bigger, think larger than the world itself, set goals that sound unattainable but believe they are your reality. To believe, tell yourself, repeat your success over and over, until you have made it clear to yourself that you have already attained these goals and it will set a path for your mind, and you must simply let your body follow.
For me, I ignored the sweet melody my soul played every time I enveloped myself in the things I loved. I grew up dancing, drawing, and creating things, these were the things that made me who I am, they were what I wanted to be. Throughout school however, people said, “pick something you can make a career out of.” Suddenly, I was searching for something new and when I couldn’t find anything outside of who I already was, I began hoping I would just fall into something. I completely stopped thinking about it because dancing and crafting were not a career choice in the eyes of the wise educators around me. I walked in the dark for many years, and even graduated high school with no direction of where I should have been going. It wasn’t until I was introduced to my first camera that a light was sparked inside of me.
Yes, I did photography for a while and I absolutely fell in love with it. My path was still dark but I had enough light to see the trails ahead. I began hearing the song that was once silent, and my creative side started to take shape. It was a beautiful thing, as I was seeing the world through my own lense and making sense of everything I wanted to capture. If the photo at hand was not to my standards, I merely took another shot. This ultimately led to my journey of scrap-booking, as I took my photos and laid them down into my own life’s story book. My photography weighed hard on my heart but as I got into college it slowly dwindled. I took a few courses and changed my path of direction a few times before realizing what had been in front of my face my entire life. I was a scrap booker, a crafter, I created and developed things my entire life, and I had finally stumbled upon engineering. Though they do not have courses that teach you how to craft, they do teach you how to create, build, problem solve, and the fundamentals of how things are made. This was my song and I have now learned to play it every day.