An outside perspective

Reflections in a window have always fascinated me,

There is the picture of what I am looking at and then the reflection of me looking at it. I sometimes feel like a spectator looking in on myself. I do not think it is a bad thing, because it changes my perspective.

I turned 45 on Saturday, as a little girl, I believed that I will not get older than 45, for that reason, I slept as little as possible and worked in overdrive until I had burnout at 35. 

Suddenly I did not know how to live. I was angry and frustrated, longing for people interaction but hating every moment of it. I had to function and work, but I was dead on the inside and felt like a stranger looking in. 

And then the journey began. A journey of choosing Life.

How you may ask did I choose life?

  • I choose not to believe or fulfil self-proclaimed prophecies.
  • I choose to live in the moment the here and the now.
  • I choose to feel, the good and the bad.
  • I take every day, one step at a time.
  • My life will not start when I have hair, or when I have a husband or when I am my perfect weight, my life is now.

I now know that I will get old and that there will be enough time to be creative and to finish what I have started. 

So here I am, with my first post and many more to come.  


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2 thoughts on “An outside perspective”

  1. I am so excited for you, have always loved your creations. You are a true inspiration and I am watching this space to see your beautiful brand growing from garden shed to Paris run ways.

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