I’m not much of a planner. I very much prefer to go where the wind blows me and experience things as they come. When I tell people I have no idea what I’m doing, it’s as close to the truth as I can put in words.
At the same time, I work full time as a designer for a tech company, which, I know, seems awfully incongruous with the previous paragraph. But, even with the relative security of a full-time job, for as long as I can recall, there has been a constant nag, an un-scratchable itch in the back of my mind that takes issue with consistency, and finds comfort in the removal of myself from my