Back in July 2016, as I was packing up my New York apartment and shipping boxes upon boxes back to Michigan, I had no idea what direction my life was going. Vodka in hand, soul empty, and nerves on fire, my heart was broken.
I had officially failed at my life in New York City. It was the only thing I ever wanted; to work in fashion. To live on the Upper West Side. To mingle with famous writers, actors, designers, and socialites. To have a drink at lunch without judgement.
Then, I got it- and I ruined it.
Sure, most of those things are silly; but the career part was what hurt the most. For some reason, however, at the time I didn’t realize I didn’t ruin anything.
I just took a break.
What I didn’t realize back in 2016 was that I didn’t need to purge all of my stuff to become “mindful.” I didn’t need to abandon my love for style just because I needed to step back and work on myself for a while. I didn’t need to drop my #OOTD pictures just to be a happy, confident person on the inside- for my fashion is no longer my mask.
It’s an expression.
What used to be a shield of protection is now a bridge to connect with others.
Style connects. Style speaks. Style inspires.
That said, I have been thinking lately about starting on a few new projects on my off-work hours, and perhaps I’ll even start painting in color- not just gold. 🙂
Life is too short not to do the things you love- and it feels wonderful to be alive again.