I’m 22-years-old and I’m still not 100% sure what I “want to be when I grow up.” I can’t be the only one, right? Over the years my mind has changed from a singer, an architect, a clothing designer, a writer, a lawyer, an anesthesiologist and a pediatric nurse. I have finally chosen public relations and event planning, and could not be happier with this decision.
I welcome the challenge of taking on the hectic planning, meeting deadlines, problem solving and organizing the chaos. In my experience with event planning, everything pays off the day of, when my hard work shines through with an amazing event.
My plan is to hopefully open a wedding venue within the next 10 years. A dear friend of mine, and fellow aspiring wedding planner, Stephanie and I have been planning our company for about a year. We have both studied public relations and event planning in college and have began planning weddings to build our portfolio. Our goal is to open a venue with in-house event planning so that we can work with brides at our venue daily. It is definitely in the 20 year plan, but we have also discussed wanting to incorporate a bridal magazine into our business.
I guess it is time to thank my momma for holding on to my creations throughout my many career changes, maybe she knew deep down I would one day have a career in writing. Somewhere, there are sketchbooks full of clothes I designed (I swear to you all, I thought of those awful pants, that zipped off into capris then into shorts, first). There are also countless notebooks and Word documents, on an ancient PC, of short stories I wrote, certain that I was going to be a 12-year-old published author. I have to admit that my “clothing line” was a bust and my drawing skills have not improved since, however, I like to think my writing skills have. I tell my momma all the time that if I ever become famous for my writing I will frame an infamous “biography” I wrote when I was 13 and hang it in my office. Maybe if I get brave one day I will share that comical biography with you all…maybe.