Caroline’s
Point of View
Staring
at the laptop, I sit at my desk; the official announcement of the coming
jewelry design contest in Italy blinks in front of me. My fingers hover about
the keyboard as I read the details for the tenth time.
One of
the most prestigious competitions in the industry, conducted globally by one of
the oldest and most well-respected jewelry houses, the grand prize is
membership with them. But that is not why I am interested—more so with the
recognition, not a position there. My new studio is just starting to find its
feet, and to win or even just leave a mark in this competition might mean
getting my break.
My
heart starts racing as I almost lose my breath. Part of me is eager; that's the
drive to be able to prove myself. Another part lingers-a part that remembers
the hurt of last times.
Weltering
memories, both unwelcome and painful, down into my mind-I remember back to when
I was last involved in such a competition. The anticipation and all that joy
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