Day One - Re- visiting My Dreams

4:00pm, Easter: Last day of Holy Week Break.

I think my mom missed having me around ( i just pray it doesn't wear off soon or all hell will break lose again ). We stayed up til 5 am last night watching sappy Julia Roberts flicks. Hence my lazy Sunday afternoon began at 4. Now, i know it's really undesirable to still live with your folks at my age, but today, i had nothing but great things to basque on, the best one being - food is always always available. So i had my bowl of chicken soup or sopas as we call it, a cup of coffee and sat down to read the paper at our lanai with a ziggy in my hand. ( we are a household of smokers...i feel very sorry for adults who still cant smoke in front of their rents ).

The paper had an article about a new fashion design school opening next year and i felt a flutter in my stomach. I suddenly remembered why I took up Art in college, and the callouses i had in my hand for personally sewing my showcase felt like a decade away of memories. But it's been eight years since I sketched and doodled; I've capitalized on my selling and writing persuasions instead of creating masterpieces of style. For my entire working career was spent on jumping on whatever option is laid out in front of me. Like when im job hunting, I always take the first employer who shoves an offer in my face. I felt like it was time to stop taking to where my feet will lead me and make something out of myself. I've always been a salesman...maybe it's time i become the merchandise.

Hopefully by easter next year...ill be on my way to fashion design school.