We spend our days following things that seem so vastly important to us. Tapping that little follow button on whatever form of social media we're using in that moment. We can't possibly miss a single update from our favorite celebs, or that really amazing influencer everyone is talking about, or the friend we seldom see. It seems easy enough, right? The act of following something or someone we like. Like the Pomeranian that has over 8.9 million followers on Instagram. Like a Facebook group about doing things before the microwave goes off with a little over a million followers. Now this is all well and good, but are we forgetting something? So often we veer off into another direction, one we never intended to be on, but it's so easy to get wrapped up in those moments that we lose track of the original trail we were following. I had a moment like this recently. A moment that forced me to look at my location and try to remember just where the hell I had come from, and where the hell I was going. I was following something, I just couldn't remember what that was. It wasn't until I was flipping through a book, A Book That Takes Its Time, that I saw a lovely print [pictured] by surface designer Mable Tan and suddenly the pieces started to slam together. I wasn't actually following the things I needed to any more. I wasn't following my dreams. My dreams lay miles away down some branch of this trail that I had long forgotten about. We are always told as kids to follow our dreams, that we can do whatever we set our minds to. How quickly we forget that, the world stains that clean canvas pretty quickly (I'm lookin' at you junior high) and we push further and further from those dreams. So to start this journey, or rather reroute it, I am going to reclaim those dreams. I am going to sift through the bull to find the things that really matter and put them here, hoping to influence or inspire everyone to follow what matters most - their dreams.
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