Stumbled into some old pics of my first apartment here in LA that my cousin took a while back and it got me thinking. So, naturally I decided to think out loud here for all of you to read, and in the meantime give you a look back at my VERY first apartment here in LA. It is both good and bad – but for now just enjoy.
Let’s rewind ten years back for a moment. Imagine me – a lanky, quiet, slightly odd, but still pretty fun to have around (if I do say so myself) teen with so many dreams in his pretty little head of blonde hair. Some of which is no longer there – the hair, not the dreams. I digress… I had just finished High School, I was about to start my first semester of college as a music major at the University of Utah, and I thought I had life pretty much in the bag. I still lived at home, which should be your first inclination that I didn’t have life in the bag, but regardless of that fact, life for me was good. I had great friends, amazing parents and I felt very adult what with my full college schedule and my fancy five star notebook to keep all my papers and assignments in.
If you asked me at 19 what I would be doing 10 years later there is absolutely no way that I would at all even remotely be able to fathom where I am at today. I mean, I studied music theory in a bean bag in my room very similar to this one from Sack Daddy, which back then I thought was EXTREMELY COOL.
I went out to dinner with friends this weekend as a celebration for one of my girlfriends who just graduated law school, and I had someone ask me, “where do you see yourself in 5-10 years”, “what do you want to be doing”. I thought for a second before answering and of course I spouted out the usual answer I give, “basically what I do now but on a larger scale”, which obviously is very ambiguous and broad but at the same time I honestly have no idea where I will be, what I will be doing, or what life will throw at me in 10 years. Yes I could set goals and aspirations and work towards them but I think my point in this big long drawn out story is that life is life, and no matter how hard you plan or calculate each step sometimes things go better than what you had planned and sometimes things go worse than you had planned and that is OK. Life isn’t about crossing things off of a checklist, it is about enjoying the journey, making mistakes, getting messy, laughing along the way and figuring it out as it all happens. Or thinking it is ok to style 11 pillows on your bed.
I mean sweet little 19 year old Brady who decided it would be cute to start a windowsill garden for my mom on the weekend because he wanted something creative to do, (True Story: I would go to home depot every weekend and buy little plants and trees to put outside the windows of my moms kitchen so that she could look at them as she cooked. I even got a young tree and attempted to train it to grow into the shape of a heart) would never have predicted that ten years later he would have been featured on Buzzfeed, MyDomaine, Architectural Digest and working as the editorial director for Emily Henderson. Now don’t get me wrong I am proud of what I did and where I am today and I don’t say those things to boast but I do say them to look back on my life and say that there is NO singular path and NO singular set of steps that I could have taken to accomplish what I have thus far. Life has thrown a lot at me and I have gone with the flow and worked hard and I have been fortunate enough to have landed a gig doing what I love and that challenges me creatively, intellectually, and business-ly (i know it is not a word) every single day. So enjoy the journey, put yourself out on a limb, take design risks, try upcycling just because, DIY your way through the weekend and then write a blog post about it. But, most of all have fun with me as we figure it out and look back at where we came from.