My daughter went to a career day at the local college, and they had a representation of nearly every career available.
She told me she was certain of what she wanted to do when she went to school.
She left me in the dark for a short time before she smiled and said she wanted to be an interior designer. It surprised me she would choose something like interior designing. She wasn’t very good in being artsy, and you needed a good eye with color and design when you were an interior designer. I couldn’t imagine her coming up with colors and fabrics that would offset each other to make a room appear smaller or larger. I didn’t deter her decision and tried to give her the incentive she needed to follow her dreams. She started design school right out of high school. I’m not sure what she expected, but it wasn’t what she was thinking. She had to take courses in art, woodworking, color, and design. Shortly after the first semester ended, she told me she was pretty sure she would not make a good interior design specialist. None of the colors she chose matched up and when she tried to design a room, it looked like something out of a horror film. We talked about how she needed to project her designs to suit the taste of her clients, and not herself, but she had already given up. She was looking for an alternative career path to follow and it had nothing to do with design,design or textures.