Have you ever shown up to a party only to find that most people have already been there for a while and are in fact getting ready to leave? You walk in and there’s a certain feeling in your gut that tells you that perhaps you misread the invitation or perhaps you got lost on the way over or maybe you didn’t make up your mind to go to the party until rather late. Perhaps you go to a birthday party and you are the only one who didn’t bring a gift… Sometimes, that’s how I feel regarding my present profession (historical costuming) I showed up sort of late. I don’t have any formal training besides taking a course in pattern-making and what I know is self-taught. Although I’m tempted to compare myself to others that have been in the profession for much longer than I (and they are amazing), I have come to believe that it’s not the length of time one is involved in something that defines success but the level of passion, integrity, and commitment one is willing to bring to it.
I’m reminded of a story about a young pauper who lived out on the street until one day, the King of the land recognized him as his long-lost son. He brought the young man inside and bestowed love and riches upon him. The King gave the young man his identity which was previously lost. Although I don’t put my identity in my craft, it is something that was hidden for a long time until I had the courage to unveil it. Now, I’m walking forward in it and not worrying about lost time because it will be redeemed!