The Crossroads of Science and Story
I grew up a storyteller in a family of scientists. Everyone in my family as far back as the family tree can go went into a scientific field. My heart, however, was always rooted in weaving tales about imaginary friends and exaggerating schoolyard adventures into grand journeys. I was always caught between my heart and my head: story and science.
When I was a senior in high school, I planned on going into astrophysics and studying the stars. My life changed when my older siblings had children. I saw wonder and joy through the eyes of infants and toddlers. Through the natural awe of children, I saw what life was missing: pure excitement in adulthood. I needed to capture the happiness my nephews felt when they saw a garbage truck and bring it to everyone who has forgotten it. So, I committed to the only non-science school I applied to (Savannah College of Art and Design), and threw myself off the cliff into creation.
However, through my time in college, I realized storytelling and science are not mutually exclusive. To bring people joy, you must understand what brings them sadness. You must understand why and how they interact with their world. In themed entertainment and show writing, I found my place. I found the cross between head and heart.
Stories exist to spread joy. If a story, written or interacted with, can spark happiness and wonder in its audience, then it has done its job. Through that, I will have achieved my goals.