Tons of decisions lately!
The biggest one so far has been a drastic shift in my major. All my life, I've considered myself a writer. It was part of my identity. I was a word-smith. It was what I was good at, what I loved, what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and that was final.
Then, I took a 2-D art class this past semester. I've always had a part time interest in art, drawing my characters and painting every once in a very great while but this was different. I would leave class full of colors and compositions. I learned to blend colors, to place together to cause the exact right reaction in a viewer. And suddenly, I discovered that I was becoming bilingual and that words were no longer my only love.
As amazing as this new knowledge was, it also proved difficult as I considered changing my major to a focus on art. But I was a writer! That was part of who I was. It took some time before I could accept this art passion. I pondered and painted and prayed... A LOT! I was two years into school. What was I doing changing focus now?
In the end, the colors won out. I accepted my dual identity was writer-artist, got inspired by the possibilities of that combination. And I chose to go for a Bachelor in Fine Arts, thus adding a year to my education, and endless art classes to my itinerary. It has forced me to take both spring and summer classes as well as a ton of art classes in the fall. It is taking time and effort and lots of research. But I love what I'm getting back. I will always be a storyteller: now I just have more ways to tell my stories.
It's an exciting ride and I'll keep posting. I'm sure there will be lots more words and colors to come...