Saturday, November 28, 2020

Heavy Lifting︎︎︎


“Pearls lie not on the seashore.
If thou desirest one thou must dive for it.”
-Chinese Proverb 



Feeling very torn at the moment. Before I left nyc to move to London and meet the love of my life (which I’ve now done), I got rid of most of my clothing and possessions and connections to nyc. Even photos (digital included), friends. I was absolutely BRUTAL. I wanted to move forward with a clean slate and with only that which absolutely felt 100% right. Now I’m missing some of the stuff I got rid of and considering buying back some of the same clothing. I’m wondering, will my style ever be as funky and out there as it was in the past? Will my wardrobe ever be as fun?

Now that I’m writing this, I realize that I’m afraid of getting exactly what I want. I got rid of that stuff for a reason. I can have everything I want on my terms. That’s what moving here has shown me. But why am I afraid of going to the next level?