My road in life has been direct.
Originally wanted to be a veterinarian; realized she wasn't the kind of student who was cut out for the sciences.
After reevaluating her path, she realized she liked working with her hands, making art; went back to school at Howard University to study art.
Her parents wanted her to have a "safe" career: "I was a gross disappointment when art became my path."
Was with a partner who discouraged her from pursuing art as a career, told her, "that's a hobby."
She listened, put her art to the side; became a real estate appraiser to pay the bills, did it for 20 years.
Says she "suffered silently," resented him, resented her choice, knew she was supposed to be making art.
Saw her mother pass away without living out some of her dreams-visiting the Bahamas, taking a hot air balloon ride; decided to go back to art.
Even the "comfort" of being financially stable couldn't persuade her to going back to "the suit"; doing what she loves supersedes everything else.