I figured out what I wanted to do with my life when I was in elementary school. I’m not sure when it occurred to me, but I felt the need to tell stories to the world. I never thought they would be brand stories, but I love to tell them just the same!
My Aunt Patty was the only family member who went to college. She had a beautiful home and life in Seattle. She helped rescue abused animals, sang in a choir, took beautiful photos and was always writing me postcards and sending me books to read. It was my dream to be just like her.
Neither of my parents went to college, but they pushed me to get a degree. It’s not easy to explain college-specific situations to people who have never experienced it firsthand. I’m grateful that through it all my parents have stuck with me. My family has been my true North.
There is strength in knowing your North – your constant. My parents knew I loved reading and writing. I always watched the news and loved the newspaper. They encouraged my interests. It was reassuring when I got to high school and my freshman English teacher, Mr. Woodford, asked me to join the newspaper staff. I knew I would continue to tell stories.
Many of my college friends had no idea what they wanted to do at 18-years-old and, eventually, dropped out of college. Older folks might say my friends lost their way, but it’s hard to get lost with no direction from the start. We are all quick to judge other people’s lives and ambitions. Maybe Facebook is partly to blame for the readily available information on everyone’s lives, but our paths are all different. Our compasses point to our North.
I’m not sure how my goals were so clear at a young age, but it makes me very thankful.
I’m thankful for the constant sense of direction and a North like no one else’s.