Just when I was feeling a little off balanced, the death of Kate Spade put my life back into perspective.
One week ago today I cut my hair, feeling fresh, nostalgic, and ready for the summer. However, part of that act gave me that same old feeling I had four years ago prior to moving to New York City. It was a positive feeling- but another of pain. It made me question my decisions, wonder if I made a mistake by leaving, and feel guilty for everything that went wrong these past four years.
Then, I stopped.
Everything happens for a reason.
Had I not left New York City in July 2016, things may have turned out much differently- and much worse. Looking back and reflecting on my life, and the life of Kate Spade, I want to express the importance of getting help, self care, and mental health awareness.
I moved to New York as if the city were a band-aid; the magical cure. I would step into a new life, forgetting old wounds, childhood pain, and inner struggles. Instead, all of my wounds burst open- but I had another chance.
I chose to step back, take a break, and get help.
I started my blog 6 days after moving to Boston, which is a manifestation of my own journey, lessons, and appreciation for life. I am beyond grateful to the people who have supported me on my journey and believed in me when I stopped believing in myself. I haven’t been perfect since coming to Boston, but life has been much better than the Kristin I left behind in 2016.
So, here I am, downtown Boston- with new glasses, a new haircut, and a new perspective. No longer afraid to face the challenges of life, I can say with confidence:
Life is beautiful.