Moments of being alone.
Moments of being alone.
I turned 22 last week. It’s had me thinking a lot about my age, my career, and, of course as always, babes. I get a lot of well-meaning compliments about where I am in life (in the context of “success”) and, often, they make me uncomfortable. Here’s why.
I was dealt an incredible hand of cards. I was partially home schooled during high school and had a ton of free time to fuck around. I was able to buy a camera with babysitting money and a laptop with photography money. I started blogging at a good time. I sat back and watched and learned so much shit about the industries I am in. I am economically in a position where I could and can afford the tools to help me succeed. I was fucking lucky to figure out what I wanted to do so early. I was able to go to college to study art and design. I have online-friendships that started seven years ago and a lot of those women have mentored, encouraged, and shared my work over the years. Timing, privilege, talent, and pure luck have made me.
Yes, I work hard. Yes, I am smart, but I also know I am not any more “amazing” than any other woman my age. I don’t want to be compared to them. I am just as incredible of a human being as the 22 year old woman next door, I’m just in different circumstances. Circumstances afforded to me by privilege and pure luck.
Again, I don’t want to be compared to how I’m better or cooler than other women or other young women, it makes me feel gross. I do not play that game. It’s not even true. There is room for all of us.
I’m writing this to say that if you’re a young woman babe and you’re struggling or fighting against systematic problems and self-doubt, it’s not you. It’s hard. “Success” and knowing what you want and figuring out how to work the system is near impossible.
If you’re a young woman babe and you want to do something, start something, make something and you want someone to chat about these ideas or just need some encouragement, plz email me (hello(@)karahaupt.com). I don’t know everything, but I do know a lot of women who know everything. I can help, we can help, I want to do this patriarchal bullshitty life thing together so it can be less bulshitty and so more women can be as lucky as I am.
We are on a team.
I love you.
My newest art journaling e-course Tell A Story is now available for purchase at Classes Kara Made.
"I think writing is a total pain in the ass, but it is the best way to figure out what you think about something. Writing stories is particularly pain-in-the-assy. You have to put all these weird pieces together and connect them in a way that makes sense and is interesting. There is usually a beginning and a middle and an end, and one of those (or, hey, all of those) is especially hard to figure out. Stories are worth it out though. Stories help us understand who we are and how we fit into the world.
These days snippets of our stories are scattered everywhere. On our blogs, our feeds, our occasional journal entries, our phones, our photobooks. Lots of the time we don’t take the time to write them out, to think about our stories, and to get the beginning, the middle, and the end in there.
Tell A Story provides five different methods of telling linear stories in a mini-book art journal form. Tell A Story is inspiration for five different ways to tell a story — your stories, your family stories, and your inner stories.”