Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my career path and how each phase has lead to where I am today. This all began with a conversation between a friend and I over a delicious salmon dinner. We were chatting about blogging and online businessing and social media marketing and she said to me, “something you’ve never talked about is the story of how you quit your job to follow your passion.” This gave me pause – left me kind of speechless, actually. Why haven’t I talked much about it? Part of it’s because I don’t feel ready yet – a part of me feels like I need to wait until I’m successful to tell my story. But what is success? Is it having a fully sustainable business that I draw a salary from? Okay, I’m not there – yet. Is it when I’m getting into the top markets in town? I’ve done that. Is it receiving positive feedback from my clients and customers? I get that every time I show my work. Is it having the honour of someone reaching out and requesting a custom pieces to be designed just for them? That happens consistently – so much so that I have to be careful with my time to ensure I fulfill my commitments. And so, I sat down to write my story. It came out in five parts, and much like the work I do in silver, these parts layer together to make the whole story.
As I worked through my story, examining the footprints along my journey, I realized I’ve always been one to forge my own path. I am not one to follow the rules or do as I’m told. I can toe the line for a while, but it creates in an unrest in my soul that builds to something I can no longer deny and must make a change in my life. I must realign with my soul. I must step away to fine my centre again.
While having a creative heart, I chose pursuing my undergrad in Marine Biology rather than Fine Arts. Ever since I was small, I’ve declared I would be a marine biologist one day. In kindergarten when we went around the circle, I was “Merina, the marine biologist.” It was my passion, something I was interested in. Art always seemed a hobby, something I did for fun. But in all honesty, I wasn’t yet ready to do the work needed to make it into something more.
My love affair with nature started young. I member watching Fables of the Green Forest, Wind in the Willows and of course any nature film aired on the CBC, PBS or the Knowledge Network (the only tv channels deemed acceptable for young brains by my Mum). Bitrix Potter and James Harriot books were frequent in the rotation of bedtime story. I remember spending days at the aquarium, fascinated by the glimpse into the secret lives of those underwater creatures. I remember spending summers along the shore, exploring under ever rock in the little bay below our cabin. I’ve written about the cabin before, my family’s little plot of wilderness. What a special place it was for Sister and I to grow up. Between sun up and sun down we ran like wild things through the forest. I remember family camping trips, sleeping creekside, unzipping the tent in the morning to gulp in the freshest mountain air.
I’ve tried to pinpoint the event that sent my life in this direction, but the more I think on it, I realize it was more an accumulation of small moments that together became a passion.