How did you get your name?
Many people ask me how I got the name Throwing Stars Jewelry. Men usually ask me if I was a ninja, I am not.
The throwing part symbolizes action - not shooting and not falling stars. I was in a sad place and needed to take action in my life.
I was interviewed by CavasRebel magazine. It's an online interview. I chose to answer how I came up with my company name.
CanvasRebel Interview Answer...
I was married and divorced really young. He was my high school sweetheart and we were together most of my high school career and all of college. At the time, I didn't know myself outside of him. He was the center of my world and I didn't make any room for myself. Young love... it consumed me.
I was always a creative soul. I grew up in Laguna Beach, CA. It's a creative town where, as a community, they support their artists. Our high school mascot was "The Artists". We had a wonderful art department and many of my childhood friends are also in the creative field today. I grew up painting, drawing, beading jewelry, doing ceramics, learning the guitar, and doing a lot of jazz and tap dancing (it was the late 80's). The creative energy was always around me, at school and at home. I even won an art scholarship for college, but I wasn't able to use it since I didn't continue taking art classes. I put all of my energy into my boyfriend/young husband and in my mind, he was the creative spirit. I was the one to support him, so antiquated, I know...and it was only a one-way relationship.
When we divorced, I felt like it was MY time to "shine". I was hurt and angry. All of my past energy pushed and supported him toward success and I felt completely naked and left behind. To say I was hurt was an understatement. We were together for 9 years, and in those 9 years he flourished and I sort of stayed the same. I was the first to sacrifice my own passions and put him first. Part of my healing process was changing my internal dialogue. If I could put all of the energy into him and he succeeded, then I could do the same for myself. What if I put all of that energy into me? I knew I'd be successful, because I'd already helped someone else do the same. I wrote a poem about "starting over". I imagined myself walking on the beach at night and "throwing stars into the sky". Here's the poem... I felt so alone, all I did was cry How was I supposed to get by? The tears fell so freely Because walking away wasn't easy You grew your wings so you could fly While starting over for me felt so scary inside I was mad, anxious, and heartbroken Lonely, terrified, and frozen I walked along the the shoreline and I looked into the night sky I grabbed my bucket... my worries, fears, and my dreams inside So dark, so vast, so big and unknown How was I going to do this on my own? I came out on the other side A final tear and ready for a new life I took a chance late one night I threw those stars in the sky, I let those stars shine And they shined so bright
Now I am happily married with two beautiful daughters and my own jewelry business. I hope this story offers hope.
In darkness there's light.
Love,
