I started out the summer with a job - a good job with a good company. Good. not great, mind you. It's a job though and in this economy I have to be grateful. I didn't expect to be doing what I was - graphic design - in truth I don't know as much as I could, maybe I don't give myself enough credit but I'm sure there are people who know more than me and are my age. I know about books, I know about publishing, writing, editing, grammar, that's my jam, not keystrokes and Pantone colors. Pantone quickly became my jam though as I learned more and sometimes I even find myself loving it. The thing I miss most at this classic printing company is the excitement of risk and creativity. I so badly miss coming up with my wildest ideas and making them happen, whereas instead I follow the status quo and the designs that have been done before. That's all fine, it's a job.
Out of this job though, I have discovered books and authors. People who are friends with the boss and need help - need my help - finding publishers, learning about publishing etc. That's the shit I know ... so here I am free-falling into the world of publishing which I had no idea I"d breach so early on in my post-grad career and I'm faced with some really interesting clients. I can't say who, but it's pretty major, even if it is a potentially a little dangerous.
"Laura, I've been thinking, I'm not so sure about how much I want you getting involved with this {name of group}" said my dad ... MY dad, the guy who has been pushing me to do anything and everything, to follow the dreams I have always had and to throw ideas out and see what sticks, is telling me maybe he thinks it's a bad idea - but that's just because of the notoriety of the client.
Here's the thing, I'm a lowly designer, bottom rung on the totem pole, don't know as much as I could and am learning. This could be beneficial even if it was just a learning experience and on top of it I am thrust into a new arena with big names and people who want my, 22-year-old Laura's, help. WTF!?
If it all pans out this could be a huge leap. If it doesn't, nothing lost. I'm still 22, still working generating ideas and having a hard time figuring out which to do first. Here I am though, living in my parents house, watching Top Chef at night with my Mom and going to the grocery store with my Dad. My exciting life back in the nest just got more exciting.
Who knew life could get better than a brand new queen-sized bed!?
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