Deciding A Future Career

Deciding A Future Career

Trying to take it one day at a time - sort of.

On September 21, I will be moving into SPU. I am very anxious and emotional about move-in, but I am also very wary of the future; Not the near future, but post-graduation future. I know I’m crazy for thinking about things that are four years down the line, but I’m a worrier, it’s what I do. I know that I definitely want to major in photography and minor in some sort of writing degree; I’m going for a creative writing minor for now. I don’t actually know what career I will have after college. It’s pretty common for people to have no idea of what they’ll be doing four or ten or 30 years down the line. What I do know is, I love art. I know for a fact that art is my entire life and it will be for the next four years.

Art is not just something I do. It is a part of me; It’s what makes me, me. I pour my thoughts and feelings into what I paint or photograph or sketch. My main goal in making art is just to create beauty. I don’t actually care whether or not everyone in the world loves what I do because I do it for me. Obviously, I do it for payment too, as it is my only source of income, but it’s only because it’s the best way I know how to live. I make art to bring my visions to life and to hopefully inspire others to do the same. That’s really what I want my career to be about throughout my entire life.

If I had to pick a career to do right now, I would be a children’s book author and illustrator. Children have such imaginative minds and wonderful stories to tell. They’re basically inspiration in a tiny little human. Just recently for a school project, I created a children’s book based on my little cousin, Mikey. I asked Mikey one day, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” He said something along the lines of: I want to be a flying hot dog man and leave hot dogs at kids windows. The cutest part was, he said he would leave me two hot dogs instead of one.

So, I took what he told me and transformed it into a book, painted all the pages by hand, and turned it in for my school project. I ended up getting an A+ and I also gave it to Mikey and his parents as a Christmas present. I was told by his mother that he is practically obsessed with it and goes to bed with it every night. Now, that just makes my heart melt and I’m sure many other hearts out there too. It was just such a wonderful and warming moment to know that I created something that this little four-year-old boy adored so much. This made me come to realize that not only did I do what I love, but I also made someone else even happier. That’s why I want to write and illustrate children’s books. To be able to surround myself with my joy in life while making a living and bringing joy to multiple children out there, even if it is just Mikey, that’s truly the dream.

If creating children’s books wasn’t enough story-telling, I also want to be a professional photographer. Looking at it from a distant perspective, both careers are forms of storytelling. Photography is about capturing a story or a moment in one single frame. There is so much that could be said through photography that couldn’t be said otherwise. For example, I recently went on a day trip through the Tenderloin District of San Francisco, perhaps the poorest and dirtiest area of San Francisco, to serve the community. It is also the neighborhood with a very dense population of homeless people. Walking through the Tenderloin, making conversation with those who talked to us as we handed out food, we met a man who lost his wife named Karen five years ago to due an overdose. They would have been married forty years in 2016. He would not stop repeating to us, “Wherever she is, Heaven or Hell…I’m coming for my Karen.” We stayed and talked to him for another few minutes and prayed for him. We never did learn his name, but he was a good man and he has been through hell and back. The photo I was so lucky to capture features this man hugging with one of the fellow volunteers that day. His experience deserves to be shared and he deserves to be heard, and if I can help provide through one single image, then my job is done.

That’s the beauty of photography, it can change lives, it can bring awareness, and it can bring joy to those who need it most. Photography has a greater power than you or I can ever understand. That’s why I would want to be a photographer.

Basically, to summarize, I’m an artistic storyteller who just wants the world to listen. And yes, I did just figure my life out while writing this essay. So, whether it’s through making children’s book or through a camera, I will be happy either way. I know I’m not the greatest artist in the world, I’m no Da Vinci or Van Gogh, but I love what I do and I can’t wait to make it my career in life.

Cover Image Credit: Sue Bowling

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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Trying to figure out what to do in life.


I never saw the crossroad

Where I could cross n' roam

Under an arch or dome. [1]

I just kept on the road

That was laid out,

Told to hold out

Till it pays out. [2]

Now I think its too late

Been walking too long,

Classes are all wrong

But masses too strong. [3]

So I follow with my head down

And chest up, succeeding cause

I'm too scared to fuck it up. [4]

But I have a need to lead,

Top-down and gears up

Leaving nothing to the dust.

But if I drop out, I'm a fuck up. [5]

Is it better to live and rust

Or drive till it busts

With trust you can find the way? [6]

[1] - Play on roam/Rome. Starts the poem by expressing the feeling of being trapped in my path in life. I felt like I never got the chance to figure out what I wanted to do.

[2] - I think a lot of it was I was following what people told me I should be doing.

[3] - I have a feeling that it is too late to change my course of life. I'm in a college for business, taking classes about business, and everyone around me wants to do business.

[4] - This is saying that even though I am not passionate about what I am doing I am still trying to succeed only because I'm scared of failing or quitting.

[5] - I want to leave and lead myself, do something where I'm not following but I don't know how to do that. This part starts a car reference, idk I've been watching Formula 1 on Netflix and its dope.

[6] - This is the question I've been asking myself, wondering if I should continue on with my path or follow my passion.

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