I grew up in a small Ohio town the size of a cornfield. It’s a place where the Amish, farmers and football are held in the highest esteem. A place where the night sky reveals every star the universe has to offer. My childhood was spent wishing on those stars. And I took those wishes very seriously.
Eventually, I lost sight of that nighttime sky and ended up in a dark place. At a time when I was working so hard on my dream of becoming an artist, I unexpectedly found myself in a relationship brimming in abuse. I was drowning.
I worked like hell to get out of that relationship. And when I did, my badge of courage became a blue star tattoo – a permanent reward and reminder to treat myself like a star from that day forward.
On a magical day, not long afterward, a freelance opportunity came my way via fortune, luck and kindness. The client called to ask if I could submit an invoice for payment immediately! They needed to cut the check to a business name, and what was the name of my business? I had not yet picked a business name.
And then, at that moment, a name picked me.
Blue Star Design.
(P.S. - Thank you, David W.)