People ask me what I want to do with my life, what is my ideal job, and I immediately spit out “Fashion. Photographer”. Because honestly, I can’t see myself doing anything else. I want this so fucking bad. I don’t think people realize that. I want this more than anything in the world. I’ve cried about this ideal job of mine for over seven years. I’ve been wanting to do this since I was a little girl.
I never realized how scared I was of pursuing my dreams until I moved to New York. In Columbus, I am some-what well known in both the music and photography industry, and I am able to get commissioned work. However, here in New York… well, that’s a completely different story. And it’s scary, because I’m not use to this idea of having to change everything, sell myself over and over again, etc.
But at the same time, I want this so fucking bad. And I’m willing to give up anything for my dream.
Just give me some time to think. I’m not use to change. But I’m willing to change and work for this.
I want my parents to know that I’m in good hands at the New School, and that I am working hard so I can pay off my school debts and be able to take care of myself when I am older. I want my parents to not worry about money when they’re older.
Most importantly, I want my Mom to flip through the newest issue of Vogue Magazine, and turn to her friend and say, “My daughter shot this editorial piece”.
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UGHHHHHHHH.
