"Follow your bliss and the Universe will open doors for you where there were only walls." ~Joseph Campbell
I don't want to be a nurse. There I said it. All my life I was told over and over again that I was a 'caretaker' which naturally meant, I had to be a nurse. In my head I thought, "well since God didn't give me any awesome talents like singing, playing an instrument or being record breaking athlete, I'm good at taking care of people so I guess I'll be a nurse." It was convenient for me to convince myself that's what I wanted; I would tell myself "They're in demand and if I work up I can make good money." But the truth was I didn't want to be stuck in a hospital taking care of people who didn't want to be there. Granted I could have worked elsewhere as a nurse but didn't that appeal to me either.
In high school I discovered my love for cooking, and it helped that I was good at it. I learned how to cook by watching Rachel Ray after school and through one of my close friends (really like another mother to me), Hope. Every time I was trying out a new recipe in the kitchen I found myself wanting to know more. After I graduated, I was dead set on going to culinary school. I was going to bite the bullet, pay the tuition and follow my dream. I remember telling my boyfriend's dad at the time (and I looked up to him), he said with a stern voice "my brother went to culinary school...now he's a mailman."
Heartbroken.
Dreams crushed.
Culinary school flew out the window like a tossing out a cigarette on the freeway with the top down.
A few months later I moved to L.A. attended APU and planned on starting the nursing program the following semester. In my classes, there were a lot of nursing students; they all would huddle together. Overtime, I started realizing they had passion, drive and ambition behind their major. I didn't feel the same way about nursing. That same semester I began to journal about my life, I called them my "writings." I remember the first time sharing them with someone else. I felt vulnerable and naked letting someone else inside my mind. Hydee, my roommate, listened intently as I read her my second entry about a new guy I met over spring break. She applauded my words and gave me the courage to keep writing. Entry, after entry I would share with Hydee and she pushed me to read my writings with others. When summer came and I moved back home; I kept writing and stopped sharing. I felt the desire to share my thoughts, experiences, recipes, stories, pictures, and my life with others; this is how Amber Hart was born.
Writing this blog makes me happy. I love giving the world a little piece of me, in hope that one day I can touch someone's life. It is what keeps me going to write more. As of right now, I still don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm figuring it out. I can cross off nursing school on my lists of possible careers. I truly believe in my heart of hearts that if I follow my bliss, discover all my passions and talents then the money will come. Not only that but I will be happier, more peaceful and over all more successful than if I were to give in to social pressures and follow the 'norm.'
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| Dream Board |
This is my dream board. Everything on there has some meaning behind it. I heard some study once that people with dream boards are more likely to accomplish them. I wake up everyday and look at all the different pieces on there. That is my future: finishing school, falling in love, getting married in the temple, pursuing cooking, living close to the beach, having a family, etc. At the bottom it says "thank you." Thank you because I believe in my silly, fairytale dreams so much that they are already in motion. Money nor logic has lead me to believing in my dreams or the dreams I have already accomplished. My bliss has been my arrow.
Here's to 2014 and following your bliss!
I'm cheering you on in this life. Go get 'em tiger.
Hugs & kisses,
