Budget retrenchment. 1982.
Another word for layoffs.
I was in that group of layoffs from a rather sweet job on the University of Minnesota, St. Paul campus. I’d been promoted — at a rather young age — and I had a “staff” of one.
Then I didn’t.
Remember the want ads in newspapers?
That’s where I found my entry into what I now know as network marketing.
I joined TransArt Industries, an accessory design company in Atlanta.
Art, color, creativity. Completely my thing.
It was easy; I built a team of others just like me and full fledged interior designers, lighting experts and more.
I had clients that wanted more. So I did all the things to be “legit.” I secured wholesale accounts with businesses that complimented each other.
Today, as I prepared for a B-roll photo shoot for a local consulting firm, I remember all this.
Early in my Interior Accessory Design career all the places to do business (buy the wallpaper, paint,...
Every child is an artist, until he's told he's not an artist ~ John Lennon
When I was in Junior High School I loved art. I loved to draw and do all kinds of creative art projects.
Then I was in Miss Williamson's art class.
She was called Big Red. She was a large woman with red hair.
And she had a real nasty streak (why do people like this WANT to be teachers?)
I had a friend in class and we were always yucking it up - and getting into trouble.
Then she'd separate us - and we'd still yuck it up and still get into trouble - only now it was across the whole room.
She told me I couldn't draw.
And I believed her.
It took years before I took art again. And I was forced to because it was required (!)... I hadn't taken art since that class with Big Red.
I took an art class from Bruce Larson in High School. He became my favorite teacher. He WAS a teacher and guide and allowed creativity in the classroom.
Who squashed your creativity? Your deepest desires? Is she longing to...