
As a person who was once voted "Most Creative" by her peers (thank you, Class of '90), I have been wandering lost through the desert of careers unsure of what I could do with this exalted honor. What the hell does it mean to be creative?
I've been obsessed with design all my life, I just didn't understand what it was. I didn't have a name for it. I loved to see my dad sketch ideas for guns (he's been a part-time gunsmith for as long as I can remember) and then watch as he created that idea in his shop. It was amazing to see something on paper come to life in our old garage. While I don't have the same appreciation for firearms that my dad has, I do admire how he worked out his ideas from conception to finish.
When our daughter was two, my husband used scrap wood to create a castle for her, complete with turrets. It was thrown together rather quickly and looked great. Pieces of wood that would have been thrown into a landfill became the bricks of our kid's playhouse. Great sustainable design.
I write every day. I have to, I always have, whether someone else is reading it or not. The other thing I do everyday has to do with design of some sort. The way I see it, I might as well get more serious about it. I'm looking into masters programs in industrial design. I have a few months left before I finish my marketing management degree and then it's on to focus on the art and science of design.