Finding Purpose

What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Do you remember what or who influences your dreams? At 40, I’m still asking myself that question.

As I sit contemplating the answer a smile is creeping across my face. Snapshots from my childhood photo album are playing like an awkward kids slide show in my mind.

After seeing Pepsi ads with Cindy Crawford, I wanted to be a Model. My Mom pulled strings and I ended up in this. Clearly not my calling.

OSU Alumni Gift Shop Magazine
OSU Alumni Gift Shop Magazine

Later, after watching LA Law, it was a Lawyer. My Mom then made sure to get me into a “young lawyers” mentoring group.

After watching the movie Thomas Crown Affair,  I had a moment where I wanted to be a Wardrobe Stylist. I couldn’t sketch, so my Dad bought me one of those little posable faceless, w sketch dolls with a few fashion illustration books.

Of course, when I saw Dad throw a knife and expressed interest in learning how, he also bought me a set of throwing knives and an instruction book for Christmas one year.

I was a lucky kid. My Dad made sure any guy “lucky enough to date me” knew I was a strong, capable and very loved daughter. My Mother was the same. Supportive no matter what crazy dream cropped up next. Even when those dreams took me to live in New York.

As an adult, just since my Husband has known me, I’ve wanted to be an Interior Designer, a Chef and now a Writer. He too has supported my whims and shifting dreams. Who knows what will stick or if I will ever know what I want to be when I grow up.

How to Find Your Purpose and Passion in Life

For some of us, I think that’s our path, to find happiness and inspiration all around us. To want to be a million different things but never mastering any of them. A jack of all trades, master of none, that’s me.

Bello, my passionate, fierce, talented Husband, the love of my life, is the exact opposite. He has always wanted to be an Artist, a Photographer.

Young Paolo With Camera
Young Paolo With Camera

When we met in New York City, he blew me away with his story. Bello came to New York with a suitcase, an accent and a few hundred dollars in his pocket. In a city saturated with Photographers, one on every floor of every building, here he was, making it.

At least in my eyes. He himself, always thought he should be farther ahead. He still does. His thirst to succeed is unquenchable.

Yet, each year, I’ve watched Bello take time to take stock. What worked, what didn’t, what can he do better? I’ve watched him progress, shooting five days a week to one, as his portfolio and recommendations gained higher paying gigs. Eventually, I kissed him goodbye as the wealthy flew him to remote destinations for family portraits.

Bello’s persistence as a businessman, a Photographer by trade is paying off. It’s allowing him an increasing amount of time and energy to focus on his Art.

Now, after Bello’s first official showing as an Artist at the 50th Upper Arlington Arts Festival, I’m starting to see things more clearly.

Bello has worked consistently, tirelessly towards his dream. He is an Artist. One that in his first attempt to enter a festival was selected by a juried panel as an “Emerging Artist.”

Bello at Work in BVI
Bello at Work in BVI

As for me, I may never live up to my childhood dreams. I may never be a person with a single calling, a talent that begs to be expressed.

What I am, is a person who grew up surrounding by loving support. It’s a gift I was given and in turn, I know how to give.

I am a supporter.

There is great value in both, Artist and Supporters. In our case, without each other as Husband and Wife, Bello says “we would wither.” It’s dawning on me that parallel is mirrored throughout our society.

Without Artists, Supporters might continue to feel aimless and seek a unfound purpose. Without Supporters, Artists might never see the impact of their work, success would remain undefined.

Paolo (aka Bello) & Brandy (aka Piccola)

I Want to Lose Myself In You by Paolo Ferraris Colors
I Want to Lose Myself In You by Paolo Ferraris Colors

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