Thursday, February 24, 2011

Escape Plan

Right now I feel like I could do something drastic - take every stitch of money I have (which is really not much), sell what I can (also not much), pick up my life and just throw myself into the hubbub of the Big Apple and get to design school the hard way, the old-fashioned way...somehow. I could just jump on a plane with no idea where I would live or how I would provide for myself and hand myself over to this:

Granted, let's be reasonable, I know NYC is nowhere near as glamorous as this image I randomly pulled off Google makes it seem. BUT at this precise moment in time I would chance it just to put so much out of my mind and attempt to embrace life and never look back.

Of course in thirty more seconds I'll realize how stupid this sounds, and by tomorrow afternoon I'll probably be back to questioning whether or not fashion design can possibly be my calling in life when so many things are against me and I will be trying to talk myself into studying art history in humble little ho-hum Provo once again.

Such is the agony of one who thinks more than they should and says nowhere near enough.

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