Our Pottery Story
I remember the first time I was asked what career path I wanted to choose, and the confused feeling it caused deep in the pit of my stomach. It also sparked off my inner voice of self-doubt questioning whether I was good at anything at all. Thinking back over my life, what I recollect most is chaos; constant and overwhelming fear and anxiety were normal feelings for me. I was repeatedly called stupid and blamed for my father’s failures and for him it was crucial my brother, my sister, and I were reminded of this from the age of two-years old and up. I constantly battled myself, tormented by my father’s words that I wasn't the smartest kid in the room. In fact, I struggled with any kind of academic work between being a slow learner and having dyslexia.