I said I love you, I thought you could understand. You were nothing but the best, you said you were a real man. You told me you don’t hide your emotions, you said you don’t hide during any kind of commotion. You would protect me, you would be there no matter the situation. Love, passion, care. You were to be the one who showed me everything that could possibly be there. You were my heart, you were the soul, you were mine. (The rest of this piece waits in the link in bio, check it out!)
If you take anything from this letter Neve, take that this is not your fault no matter how badly you feel it is, it’s not your fault, it never was, and it never will be! It is their fault. No, they will never apologise for uprooting your life again or waking you up night by night but deep inside they are sorry, and they will make it up to you in the years to come, I promise! (Read the letter in its entirety on the website. Link in bio!) Join @nevesmithh in her journey through life.
Growing up I was always an odd combination of creative and athletic.
I am the baby of a fairly large family with my closest brother being six years older than me in age. I am also the only girl. My dad passed away suddenly when I was seven and my mom had to work long hours to support all of us kids. So, much of my time was spent solo. I had to learn quickly how to entertain myself. During these times I would often be found drawing, coloring, writing poetry and short journal-type entries or you could find me outside shooting hoops, practicing gymnastics in the yard, playing volleyball, or riding my dirt bike.
As I matured and made my way through school my creative hobbies took more of a backseat to my athletic aspirations. I was a three-sport athlete and thrived on competition. Sports took up the vast majority of my free-time.
But, when I graduated high school I found myself greatly drawn to the idea of doing something creative for a living. My roots seemed to call me back to the one thing that has always really soothed my soul. I knew I wanted to “create”.
I decided to go check out a local art school for college with the initial intention of doing Interior Design. It turns out, at art school they more so place you than you placing yourself. They “interview” you and then tell you what they feel you would actually be successful at. Within five minutes of that interview it was decided, undoubtably, that I was meant to be a Graphic Designer. (Read the rest of this small business story with link in bio!) shop with @garrettgraphicsinc