I am pleased by what I did. I found my passion in making lifeless spaces beautiful. Furniture makes me happy. Table lamps and cushions excite me. I escape from work related stress by surfing new designs of floor lamps and ottomans. I enjoy organizing things together and seeing my work transform in front of me. I'm still doubtful though, whether I should make a living out of this.
There are far too many out there. I am afraid to be a needle in a haystack screaming to be found. This job had been very elusive and the rejections for not having sufficient works in my portfolio after several attempts seemingly convinced me to stop my pursuit. I then turned my attention on making money in a career that I despise. Needless to say, I'm lost, hoping for a chance of being happy and fulfilled one day.