From a very early age, my time was mostly spent creating art. I vividly remember covering up product logos with stickers or my own sharpie designs, and scraping ink and vinyl stickers off of packaging to replace them with what I thought was a much more visually appealing typeface or logo for the particular item.
 

As a graduating high school senior, I was debating between an Accounting major or a Science/Biology major that would get my foot in the door for a possible career in orthodontics. Luckily for me, a group of students from the local university (that I had planned to attend anyway) came to speak to us in the school cafeteria. As they took turns rattling off lists of the various majors offered at this particular university, Graphic Design caught my attention.

At the time, I had no idea what it was, exactly, but I was so intrigued that I went home and spent the night looking into it! It was everything I enjoyed doing. My parents encouraged me, saying..."do something you love." The next day I called the University to inform them that I wanted to declare my major and here I am.

Design is really just part of who I am as a person, and it has become a more vocal part over the years. I have recently become increasingly aware, as I navigate my new life as a mom, that we are all artists responsible for designing the lives we live. Whether that be literally or figuratively. We can each create the person we want to be, living the lives we want to live, in the space we want to do it! I am constantly searching for inspiration for different ways to communicate who I am and what I want to be and say through design, and that gives a freedom (and vulnerability) that cannot be described, only lived. 

My favorite thing about design, is that moment you finally decide to step away–when you refuse to think about your work and distract yourself with something unrelated. Just then, an idea will pop into your head as if it's been within you all along. You were just searching too hard or the wrong spot!