I Didn’t Quit My Job to Chase My Dreams — God Had Another Plan

First, I have to give honor and glory to God.

Because if I’m being honest… I wasn’t brave enough to quit.

I had dreams.
I had ideas.
I had talent.

But I also had comfort. Stability. A check I could count on.
And I wasn’t about to walk away from that just because I felt called to something bigger.

So God didn’t ask me to leap.

He shifted my priorities.

When my grandmother needed me, everything else got quiet.
Deadlines didn’t matter as much. Titles didn’t matter as much.
What mattered was being present.

And even though my time caring for her was short… it was some of the most meaningful time I’ve ever had with her.

I got to be her rock.
I got to show up.
I got to love her well.

And somewhere in the middle of that season, something in me unlocked.

Because creativity has never been new to me.

It didn’t start in adulthood.
It didn’t start in college.
It didn’t start when I made my first dollar.

It started in kindergarten.

I was the little Black girl who loved to draw what I saw on TV.
What I saw in books.
Logos. Letters. Characters.

My teacher noticed.

She said I was gifted.

I was placed in a special program for advanced and creative students — and I was the only Black girl in that class.

I was five. Maybe six.

I didn’t understand the weight of that at the time.

I just knew my mind worked differently.

Even then, I was selling my drawings to classmates for a dollar… or a cookie.

Hustler instincts at five years old.

When I got to middle school, I never even got the chance to take an art class.

Crazy, right?

I was in band. That was my lane.

But somehow, I found my way into a Photoshop class with Mr. Varick Taylor.

That class changed everything.

Layers.
Fonts.
Layout.
Design intention.

That’s where graphic design became real to me.

I wasn’t just drawing anymore — I was building digitally.

When I got to high school, I still couldn’t take an art class.

But creativity found me anyway.

I started making content.
I started making memes.
Some of them went viral.

I didn’t realize it then, but I was learning attention.
Learning what makes people stop scrolling.
Learning branding before I knew what branding was.

Then I got to college.

And college humbled me financially.

I was broke. Like broke broke.

So I needed a hustle.

Flyers.
Photography.
Videography.

If something needed to be designed on campus, I was the goal.

If someone needed photos, I got you.

If somebody needed a promo video, I was figuring it out.

Then I created a film project.

And the chancellor selected it to become an actual commercial.

I got to direct it.

That was my first real taste.

My first taste of leading creatively.
My first taste of directing vision.
My first taste of “Oh… this is what I’m supposed to be doing.”

It felt right.

But here’s where fear crept in.

I cared too much about being perceived.

I didn’t want to be the weird creative girl.
I didn’t want to stand out too much.
I wanted to be taken seriously.

So instead of going all in on my creativity…

I played it safe.

After graduation, I needed a job quick, fast, and in a hurry.

Bills don’t wait.
Families don’t wait.
Life doesn’t wait.

And that’s what a lot of us do.

We grab what’s available.

We choose stability.

We tell ourselves we’ll come back to the dream later.

Years went by.

But even now — at 30 years old — people from high school and college still reach out to me for creative services.

They remember.

They know how I work.
They know I’m good at what I do.

And that’s when I had to admit something to myself:

This isn’t random.

This isn’t new.

This has always been on me.

I’ve always known I was anointed.

Not in a cocky way.
In a knowing way.

But being good at everything kept me from becoming great at the one thing that’s mine.

So when God pulled me out of the comfort I was clinging to — through caregiving, through grief, through rearrangement — it wasn’t punishment.

It was alignment.

He knew I wouldn’t quit my job just to chase a dream.

But He knew I would show up for her.

And in showing up for her…

I finally showed up for myself.

Now at 30, I don’t want to dabble anymore.

I want to master.

I want to go deep.

I want to become great at the thing that has been following me my entire life.

I didn’t quit my job to chase my dreams.

God rearranged my life so I would finally stop avoiding them.

And this time?

I’m not shrinking.

— Moneyy Morg