As I alluded to on Monday, if you’re not a fan of talking about feelings or hearing about the mushy gushy, then feel free to skip this post. Fashion posts will resume, as normal, soon.
I’ll keep it brief.
On Sunday, it felt as if my mind and heart were being pulled in 39 opposing directions, and I was one giant cluster of confusion, stress, and general disorganization. It was the kind of thing that even a visit to the makeup counter couldn’t fix.
I know, right??
I attempted to stifle my racing thoughts, smothering them with more work, task lists, and endless dinner dates. It wasn’t until I was sitting behind my desk, cutting out laminated signs, when it hit me.
What the heck, exactly, is my purpose for doing what I do? What is the bigger picture, of, you know, LIFE.
And I realized, I had no flippin’ clue. I’d begun to loose sight of my intention for existing. It’s too easy to get caught up in the go-go-go, meetings, planning, and enjoyment of life, it’s easy to forget what the heck I’m actually here to do.
So, naturally I journaled approximately 10 pages of grossly personal feelings, made a necessary but crappy phone call, and began to get my life back in order.
And now I have life completely figured out.
But at least I have a giant leap towards focusing my 999 miles-per-minute brain.