Day 21 of #365daysofyay - Going back to college, college, college . . .
We've been posting a YAY! a day for the past twenty days for #365daysofyay and I thought today's YAY! was worthy of a blog post.
Yesterday, I enrolled for the fall semester at our local community college.
Many, many moons ago, actually circa the early 1990's, I was a young aspiring graphic design student at West Virginia University. Everyone started out in the beginning program and then you had to compile a portfolio. We were juried by our peers to be selected to continue on in the graphics program. It just so happens that the ONLY time I ever went on Spring Break was the year our portfolios were due. They were due the Monday after Spring Break. I knew I needed to work on it, but this was a time in my life when I had a hard time standing up for myself and saying "No." So, I succumbed to peer pressure and went on Spring Break in the Florida Keys, with the nagging thoughts of all I wasn't doing hanging over me the whole week. Even through the haze of partying. No surprise that when I returned, my portfolio was not selected. I felt sick, but not surprised. My instructor, the head of the graphics program, pulled me aside and asked me to come talk to him in his office so we could work something out. I think he knew the work I was capable of and that the work in my portfolio didn't reflect it. Instead of going and talking to him, I ran the other way. I changed my major and proceeded to barely graduate from college because my grades were so low. I didn't care about much. This was a really hard time in my life. To anyone looking in, I'm sure it seemed like I was having the time of my life, and in some ways, I was. I had amazing friendships that are still in place today. We all drank too much, that's just what you did, but mine might have been a bit more than just partying. I was lost. Fast forward to 25 years later and Carl and I are at the helm of YAY! LiFE! and it's a wonderful place to be. But the thought of what could have been has always haunted me and I've always dreamed of going back to school for graphic design. I am self-taught and I manage to work my way around things, but we've always had to rely on a graphic designer for our projects and I will use this space to apologize to them right now, because I know I haven't always been easy to work with. It's because I have a vision and a picture in my head of exactly how I want things to look and without the computer graphics knowledge, I cannot bring it to fruition myself. I've had a million reasons for not going back to school. Timing, money, too much on my plate, etc.,
Yesterday I enrolled in the graphics program at our local community college to make something right for myself. I'm nervous. I'm afraid I'm taking too much on with the demands of running a business and raising a teenager. But I'm doing it. Yes, I'm nervous, but I'm also excited. Here's to the next chapter! Have you done anything lately that scared you? Let us know in the comments!