When it is my time bury me with Gucci and Gold, in an exotic
-If there’s one thing that I’d like to be referred to as or remembered by, it’d be a connoisseur of fashion. Subsequently, a world traveler.
Myself and all of the other women in the universe, right? But wait, how is this achieved?
Where’s the blueprint on how to start? What should we do?
Stop overthinking it and just Do… IT!
We spend a substantial amount of time trying to talk ourselves out of what we’d like to
experience. Then, we expect others to find sympathy for us when we are suffering from
At this point, I’m almost certain that your brilliant brain is wondering, if I were to delve
into my style and travel dreams - , where would the money come from, who will cover
my shifts and how will I ever solidify child care, for an extended period of time?
The best advice that I can offer is, buy the flight, book rooms, purchase those
Louboutin’s, and figure out the rest when your bank account is overdrawn. Ha!
People continuously comment on how/why I vacation so often, or why do I invest so
heavily in classic pieces. I’ll let you snooping sallies in on an exclusive – you make time
and have money for the things that enrich you.
When I began to travel more frequently in 2017, I discovered a miracle cultivating inside
of me. Every time that I stepped off of a plane, my senses were awakened. I
experienced supernatural healing by purely inhaling different air and immersing myself
in organic art!
As far as fashion goes, well... the answer to that has become my latest discovery and
inspiration behind this blog production.
While the short answer to the aforementioned would be rather satisfying, I can’t give it
to you just yet. You must keep reading. This is about to get good, I swear....
The back story unraveled in November of 2018. I was battling with what I had labeled
as lack of creativity. In that moment, I found myself having a quarter-life crisis. I was in
desperate search of my innate creativity and to add insult to injury….
I NO LONGER, desired to devote my life to being a mental health therapist.
1 Master’s degree, professional counselor license and a grown up life with grown up
While practicing mental health therapy is fulfilling, it does not complete me. It does not
make me happiest.
So then I thought, what does?
Shit! I don’t know….! *The ugly cry began*.
At that moment, my realization was simple, I had “no-thing”! Can anyone else relate to
Well, in the midst of my weeping, I had the initiation of a Eureka moment. After fully
assessing my everyday life’s pleasures, I came up with what’s to follow. Could my style
be an exhibition of creativity? Does traveling translate into a fulfilling career?
I followed this train of thought and started working out the following;
-If style can serve as creativity, how would I test this theory?
Should I base it off of the amount of money spent on exceptional pieces?
My effortless ability to connect fragments, perceived as inspiration to others?
Or, the mental stimulation experienced when glaring at myself in the mirror, before date
While the aforementioned was significant, I knew, none of it could be the, sole
My reflections led me to realize that true creativity could not be measured by any type
of recognition, mentioned above. My truth was that style comes from character, which
in my case translated to my creativity.
So…..there it was…my life’s mystery, unraveled and solved.
I’ve always been creative, by way of style.
Now, I’d like to challenge your thoughts.
What small acts of creativity can you amplify in your current life that would translate into
It is common practice for us all to negate what it not apparent or praised by society.
Don’t get caught up in the faux reality.
No matter how simple or complex it may be, hone in on what makes you feel good.
That alone… is your “thing”.
Your friendly neighborhood CREATIVE,