Teenage years are difficult for most people. It’s this awkward time in our lives, thrown into a giant building with others dealing with the same strangle mind entanglement and things don’t exactly mesh well. Personal trials further complicated my growing up process. By my late teens, I decided that I wanted to own a jewelry business. And though I had no idea what that jewelry line would look like, I knew that it would be called ‘breathingmoment.’ When things get more hectic than we’d prefer, we need to step back and really embrace that moment. It might be corny, but it’s true. Any time my teenage years pushed my mind in a way I didn’t want it to go, I need a moment to breathe and just look at things in a different way.
I fiddled with countless styles in my spare time and never really fell in love with any of them enough to stick with any particular technique for too long. I finally decided that bronze findings mixed with semiprecious stones, charms, vials and an assortment of other quirky things that I find along the way. Vintage times represent a slower moving time period. Nature represents everything great about the world – the way the sunset looks on the beaches of Michigan, the colors the trees flash during fall, the smell after it rains, the tiny animals welcomed in spring. They both offer these thoughts and insights to the world that can calm the heart rate in a matter of a moment.
I’m 16 days away from finishing the last final of my undergraduate. It has taken me seven years to get to this point. I paid my way through my associates degree, and with the guidance from a wonderful editor in the journalism business, I enrolled at Wayne State.
In the last three years at WSU, I’ve covered everything from public affairs and pet adoptions to artists at the Rust Belt Market in Ferndale, and I even earned several paid gigs along the way – including my features editor position of Wayne State’s Feature section at The South End.
For the next 16 days, my life is going to be absolutely chaos. Wake up at 7 a.m. and work continuously until at least midnight each and every day kind of chaos. But I’m so lucky to work with the best people, go to classes with the loveliest folk and have a whole crew waiting to cheer me on at Ford Field when I graduate in May. In 16 days, I’ll have a real breathing moment. And, the best part? I’ll have my college degree in hand.