week 10: dream

Am I allowed to dream big while I’m in school?

Soul searching into what I can achieve while I’m shackled into my student chains is a lovely thought. Then reality comes crashing through that shiny dream, like a giant friggin kool-aid man! (Elderly student reference)

I’m just going to say it! It’s a cliché, so prepare yourself. I WANT TO STUDY DESIGN IN PARIS. I think I’m subconsciously writing this down here so I have somewhat of an expectancy level or phantom sense of accountability to following through with this dream. Whatever the reasoning… I genuinely, like every student whose ever studied fashion, have this fantasy of studying design in Paris. I have never felt more inspired and enchanted with life, fashion, design, décor, and creativity than when I visited Paris a lifetime ago.

I found a couture draping program that has a month long summer focused workshop in the heart of Paris. My insides are literally bursting with the idea of attempting something this lofty. I would eagerly chop off a leg to be accepted.

… (REAL LIFE BREAK TO GO EMAIL THE ACADEMY)…

I’m shooting my shot at daring to dream. Coming to design school was a gamble and way outside of my comfort zone. Why not continue the saga of daring to dream with at least applying? I’m completely clueless as to what the cost is, what the process is, what to do with my dog, and I’m okay with that. I would love to attempt and fail than never attempt and wonder.

Stay tuned for progress on this little escapade.

I guess I’m allowing myself to dream big while I’m in school.