I didn’t mean to become a designer. I promise. It just…happened.
Back in school, I never would have billed myself as a ‘creative’ or a ‘designer’. I don’t wear skinny jeans, my bike has 21 gears, I don’t have a 35mm camera from 1977, and I spent my free time in the gym or on the football field, not the art studio.
But I love listening and I love helping people, and it turns out, working in design lets me play to those strengths.
I get to talk to people and hear what’s going on in their lives.
I get to hear how Margie in accounting just has no idea how to get her files so John in IT has to do it for her every Tuesday.
I get to hear how the small business owner down the block just wants to know what his customers are buying and what they want him to carry more of and how he wants to have an online store but doesn’t know how.
I get to hear how the single Mom two houses over is overworked and under-appreciated and how she doesn’t have time to do the grocery shopping between leaving her job and getting the kid from day care (where he might have skinned his knee).
I get to design things that offer them solutions and maybe make their days just a little happier.
I’m not out here fixing everyone’s problems, but every time I listen, every time I fire up Sketch for a new project, I’m shooting to make a difference in someone’s life.
That’s gotta count for something, right?