Unsettled and at the very bottom of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, things that once brought me joy eventually felt like a heavy load.
It was, too- literally. I had dozens of boxes and car loads, furniture and donations. It was organized chaos (most of the time, anyway).
Thankfully, throughout my moves and transitions, my family and friends were extremely helpful. I was running from one thing to the next looking to find peace, not knowing I had to stand still for a while to find happiness within.
That said, I’m starting to acquire things. I own some furniture. I bought an extra pair of sunglasses I don’t even need. I feel settled, content, and at peace- at last.
Even if it were all to go away, I would still be okay- for now I know true home is within.
I wish this for everyone- as well as a life of purpose, not chasing. Of living, not waiting. A life meant to be enjoyed, not numbed out or run away from.
Over the past couple of months I’ve been having fun- I mean, a lot of fun- with my Instagram stories.
So, what do I talk about, you ask? Honestly, nothing really.
I walk around Boston and talk about my day. I laugh at funny things and hope you’re laughing right along with me. I show you cool things around the city, ask your advice on my style choices, and share my thrift store finds. I share things I learn from others. I connect- and that is what I love so much.
Whatever I happen to be doing, I am embracing every moment of every day.
Enjoying life is what living beautifully is all about, and I hope you join me in my journey!
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.