In Sofie’s Own Words
Growing up, I’ve always been taught to trust my intuition, listen to the quiet whispering of your heart. It would come to me in different forms throughout my life- little warning signs, random thoughts, or silly ideas that seemed to have popped into my head out of nowhere. Looking back, whether I chose to listen to it at the time, my intuition has always been there- guiding me on my journey. One time in particular stands out, a time when I chose to listen, that has forever changed my life.
It began when I was in college. I entered as a freshman really having no clue what to study or what career path to choose. I first decided on international business, being that I love French and hoping there was a possibility I could live in France someday. As the year went on, I quickly learned this major was not for me, so I decided on a path that was very opposite- elementary education. I figured I liked kids and wanted to make a difference in people’s lives, so why not? After a year of intense studying, I was accepted in the school of education, but I was still not happy. This path did not seem to fit “me.” By this time I was almost finished with my junior year of college and what was I going to do? No set major, and no set career goals, how would I make it in the real world?? I soon changed to a general major, communication. This still did not spark my passion, but I was running out of time and needed to make up my mind. Finally, my senior year, something changed.
First semester, I studied in the South of France, indulging in the French culture and language, I decided to take an art class. I thought I’m only going to be living here once, I might as well make the most of it and try something new- a drawing class. I had never been the artist type. I could barely draw stick figures, let alone live models, but I thought it would be fun to give it a try. As soon as I began taking the class, I felt alive, like something had awoken inside of me. I felt this new creative energy surging; something I hadn’t fully tapped into until I took that class. I was a changed person, I felt more confident, more sure of myself and in those few short months, I knew what I wanted to do. I had always loved fashion, but never thought I could make a career of it, until one day after art class, the thought popped into my head- what if I went to fashion design school? This seemed a little outlandish at the time, considering I had only been drawing for about 2-3 months, not to mention I had never touched a sewing machine before. These facts aside, the idea still stuck in my head, slowly growing. I began researching schools and the programs they offered. After much thought, I finally said the idea aloud and brought it up to my family, who was extremely supportive.
Once back from France, I began applying to a few schools around the country, one including Parsons in New York City. In reality and in a rational world, applying to all these schools seemed crazy- I had no experience and barely any knowledge about fashion design, why would I be accepted? But something inside of me told me to continue, to follow this crazy dream, for it would lead me somewhere great. A couple months after applying, I was accepted to Parsons in NYC, I finished my undergraduates studies and moved to the big apple. The two years that followed were the hardest, yet most rewarding of my life. I learned more than I could have ever imagined, not only about fashion, but about myself, who I was and who I wanted to become.
I recently graduated Parsons and landed a job at a fashion label- Haute Hippie. I couldn’t be happier. I finally feel like I have found a place where I belong, where I feel passionate, confident and alive. I often think about how I ended up here- listening to that “silly” voice inside my head, but without that voice and without being encouraged to listen and cultivate that voice, I may not have ended up where I am today.