Sunglasses: Captain's Helm, Crop Top and Concho Belt: Vintage, Shorts: Old skinnies that I cut up, Boots: Rag and Bone (a friend's)
Embracing the pains of change isn't for the weak at heart and mental grooming is hard work. I finally (and earnestly) feel comfortable saying that I've actually learned to love the struggle of "difficult". Difficult has given me so much more than easy has - by leaps and bounds. I've coveted and wished upon many things for almost my entire life, convinced that I hadn't the ability or opportunity to ever achieve those things. That's the problem with driving through life with comfort as your main priority, fearing that un-comfort will set you back further than you already are (In case you wanted the recipe for anxiety, there you have it). So here I am, at the precipice of attainment and scared-shitless, loving every second of it.
I'm moving to LA in three days with the raddest new job waiting for me. And if that weren't enough, yet another crazy new project has just knocked at my door. Timing is everything, nothing is on accident and everything is exactly as it should be.