When I first started my blog shortly after moving to Boston, I compared myself to Holly Golightly, alone in the city, having a Cat Lady Christmas.
At the time I felt misunderstood and lost, but I explored the city for comfort, gazed inside glistening windows, and treated myself to a bachelorette holiday, complete with pizza and shopping. It sounded pretty good at the time, but since that week in 2016, I’ve grown leaps and bounds… and have come a long way.
When I started Mindful in Style, I began to accept myself and share who I really was.
It wasn’t an easy three years- I struggled with anxiety, letting people get close to me, alcohol, and pains of the past. While living in Boston, however, I learned to let people love me, to feel comfortable in my own skin, and to be vulnerable. While it used to be easier to keep others at arm’s length, I’ve learned the power of connection- and how embodying my authentic self attracts people who appreciate the true person I am.
Since moving home, I’ve been filled with gratitude for the person I became while living in Boston, and I’ve forgiven myself for the mistakes I have made. Even though it was a wonderful experience, I know I’m right where I belong- and I finally became ready to buy some furniture and give the cat a name.
This Thanksgiving I’m extremely thankful to be with family, to have a home of my very own, and to have the newest member of the family, Ollie, to share it with me.
No longer feeling misunderstood and lost, I know I am right where I belong.