Applications = Headshots
Risk. That one, seemingly friendly, noun is thee most exciting yet thee most frightening word of my life. Everyone has that word that makes their throat a bit tight, and makes their heart start pounding deep within. That’s what risk is to me. Life is full of opportunity, chances, decisions, and those words’ alpha mother: risk. I never seem to be scared of taking daring choices, and actually I am quite fond of choosing the most adventurous option. However, when the decision I so easily pick (in the moment of, yeah, why not?) really starts going somewhere, I freak. Suddenly, I don’t want to chase my dreams, and instead I would much rather live under a large boulder and become a mime. In every major step of my story, I have always become hesitant to an extreme degree before taking the leap of participation and commitment. I think that’s called… not fully understanding what I’m getting myself into? Yeah something like that, hardy har har. Anyway, my next risk is the want to make another big move within the states- Denver, Colorado, specifically. Being that photography is one of the elements that drives my theoretical vehicle, I have a large appetite to further my knowledge in other means of media (Graphic Design, Websites, Videography, and so on). I’m not cut out for UNI (High school was enough for this soul), but there is a media program I found out about and it was love at first sight. Deep down, I am lead by the heart (sorry, full on sap over here), and I remember I visited Denver for the first time when I was fourteen and knew I was to live there sometime in my lifetime. So two things I love in one place? HECK YES. Well my application is being processed and the thought of me picking up (For the 6th time in the past year) scares me to (excuse my triteness, and all of my parenthesis) DEATH. Its one of my biggest dreams, and suddenly coming face to face, I don’t know if I want it. I remember I even had the same thoughts about coming to intern with Jon and Layne (dumbest thoughts maybe of my life, other than thinking a tooney was a dooney). So I’m starting to think that chasing your dreams is a risk majority of us can't handle, and rather overwhelming. But somehow, I still have a hunger for more. Please, in the comments below (If it ends up being just my faithful follower aka mom who responds, fine, still interested) what were some of the biggest risks you took in life and how they ended up coming about? Also, leave advice, I love advice :)
