Sorry Daddy-o, Can't do the doctoring thang

In many ways I'm a chip of the old block, as many people will attest, and I gladly acknowledge any traits likened to my father. He, of course, preferred that I really be cut from the same cloth and go through the process of also having an MD attached to my name. A moniker that associates you with success would've been a nice gold star that he hands down to me, but I kinda chose an alternate path. My father envisioned the same profession for me to carry on his legacy and, at that time, my young mind hadn't remotely visualized it. Not meaning to shirk my birthright or thumb my nose at the ol' man, but being a physician just wasn't my cup of tea. Much to my dad's chagrin, I selected a vocation that gave me the opportunity to wholeheartedly express myself. And as with most parents’ perspective - if you deny them a significant impact on your life, then make damn sure a decision made will be justified with a payoff of huge dividends.

Love of Art and the Art of Love is my "Raison d' Etre"

The bold refusal of shadowing my father's medical footsteps was frowned-on by all of my kin...but I gots to do what I gots to do! Setting me apart and accomplishing my own goals without relying on any benefactor established my personal mantra. Visions of grandeur or setting my own indelible mark wasn't the motivating factor, it was simply following my first love. By joining the ranks of the artist trade I was ready and willing to brave the ubiquitous state of uncertainty. A kickback would've guaranteed stellar achievements, facilitating world-conquering, but I didn't wanna take the easy route. Me, I merely possessed a "do or die" attitude to do well with my decision to pursue the arts. Whether I make it or wallow in the quagmire of the starving artist syndrome was wholly my choice, and I had no reluctance to face the resulting ramifications. My heart governed my options no matter if it foresaw prosperity or not, and it dictated me to go forth and design.

Windows galore, but which opening shall I jump through?

Diving into the art field gives me the utmost freedom to express myself but there was still the daunting task of narrowing down my choices. At that time my artistic prowess was constantly evolving and it seemed as if any medium I touched showed golden potential. Many a vocation came a-callin', expanding the possibilities for me to contemplate. Inborn skills manifested itself through all classes within the arts, as all activities came easy as heck...and made honing a specific profession even way more difficult. Instructors I had in English, Voice-Over, Improvisational Acting, Script Writing, Broadcasting, Painting, Drawing, and Airbrush, validated my inclinations. Other peers, recognizing my mad skills, tried persuading me go with my aptitude for Journalism, Advertising, and even Dancing. I had some industry connections ready to hook me up with Set Designing, Movie Lighting, Film Editing, or as a Disney animator. With a myriad specialties beckoning me (indicative of my multi-talents) I, pretty much, went through an intense thought process that, in the end, clarified matters even less. I delved into an "overthunk" mode in which a random dart hit would've sufficed. The potential was unquestionable but the right decision a quandary.

All them productive years in the fashion industry...

I figured on settling the conundrum by noting my ultimate mode of expression. It being a fairly vast spectrum to choose from, I focused in on my penchant to show my colors thru what I wear. As a fashion plate, I made and displayed my particular brand of clothing which I proudly strutted throughout the halls of my high school. As girls loved and bought the innovative threads I came up with, it became evident what route I was destined for. My foray into fashion design earned me merits of small accomplishments, here and there, but never to my complete satisfaction. Though my innovative designs were prolific, ongoing ennui crept in upon realization that the cyclic fashion trends became awfully stale. One would say I lost my "joie de vive" and found myself bored and underachieving -'til I finally declared that I needed something fresh. Breaking out of the deep and long rut will also fulfill my longing to venture out and immerse myself in the exciting digital age.

Changed horses in midstream as I gallop off into the sunset

I shuddered to think that my 'blah' state, at that time, was to be the pinnacle of my career - not if Apple, Adobe, and the All-Mighty have some say-so with the game's duration. Fantastic possibilities to express my artistic inclinations opened up and paved the way towards a brand new horizon. Graphics software aimed at innovative concepts in print and multimedia fascinated me to no end. New development of programs and high-tech applications abound to ensure the promising continuity of my digital prowess. As a Photoshop and Illustrator whiz I can now proceed to rocket my talents to a dizzying plateau. The design tools I have at my disposal and zestful imagination is wildly churning, and my creative juices are now revved-up and raring to burst free. My intent is to have my digitally-savvy concoctions leave a delicious trail of contributions to my own legacy. With the hopes that dear ol' dad will one day be proud of my life's work (which subsequently, releases some pressure off the perpetual guilt) I now go for the gusto with my graphics and multimedia blitzkrieg.