Sometimes I feel frustrated with my inability to bring to life what I see in my head – lately it’s been cooking and calligraphy where I feel like I’m falling short. But then I remember that just a year ago I might not have even dared attempt the ambitious projects that I do now, and I would have looked at the level I’m at now with admiration. I wonder what the me of a few years ago, or longer, would think of where I’m at now?
The me of a year ago would happy with how our unit (which we had just bought) is shaping up, and pleased with my new calligraphy and food photography skills.
The me of two years agoÂ would probably be a bit sad about me giving up freelancing, but excited that our big Europe trip went well and that we managed to buy a place back home afterwards.
The me of five years ago, having just moved across the country with The Boy, would be happy to know we’re now married and going strong.
The me of ten years ago, at the beginning of an engineering degree and feeling utterly unhappy about it, would be extremely relieved to hear that after much thought I gave it up for a successful career in digital design (and didn’t disappoint my parents too much in the process).
The me of twenty years ago would be disappointed that I’m not still drawing dinosaurs (I will do my best to make you proud, 9 year old Chisa!).
I’m sure it wouldn’t all be good – each past me would probably look at the next and be a bit taken aback at the weight gain, and the ambitious, over-achieving me of senior highschool might see leaving engineering as a failure rather than a triumph. But most of us don’t know what’s going to be the best for us in the future.
P.S. I’ve revived my old portfolio site, this time as mainly a blog to write about my experiences with design, calligraphy, lettering and illustration. If you’re interested in those things, please go take a look at teresawatts.com :)