I wanna say Happy Wednesday!!!, but only because it’s hard to come up with different openings. I actually loathe that! Like, we all know what day it is, ‘ya know? While we’re at it, “Hey friends!” seems a bit ridiculous, too. Ideally, yes, we’re all friends, but realistically, most of us have never met or had a conversation, and so it seems so fake to me to say that, too.
Maybe I’m not the creative I thought I was? I’m not sure, but starting with “You need this sweater! It’s my favorite!” seems more disingenuous than the above two? Am I thinking too much into this? That isn’t abnormal for me, so I’m all ears.
I actually only have three fears: snakes, burning alive, and being inauthentic. I see no real need in discussing the first two, but the latter has bit me in the ass more times than I can count.
Ideally, I’d keep this site a positive one, as I strive to do, but life isn’t a fairytale, and hiccups happen, ‘ya know? As I mentioned above, authenticity is of the upmost importance to me. However, I’m excited to bring you somewhat of a fairytale ending.
In 2007, while pregnant with AC, I couldn’t very well go to the bar with my friends, so I started writing. I’d sit my laptop on my belly (y’all, I had Kim K’s ass as a belly at like 12 weeks lol) and just start writing. I saw this video that talked about writing three life goals down, and only focusing on making those things happen.
I’ve always been a night owl, so I spent the greater part of that evening trying to figure out what number two and three would be. It wasn’t like I had anything else to do.
Needless to say, there was never a two or three. There was only ever a number one that came from that exercise. My writing turned into a 12-page business plan, and the next six years became a blur. I saved every bit of money I made that didn’t need to go toward rent or utilities, and in November of 2013, it seemed that all of my hard work had finally came to fruition, and I opened my own boutique. Little did I know at the time, but this would break my spirit (and bank account!) into a million little pieces. I’m sure everyone has poured their heart and sole into something that they thought they wanted, only to realize that it wasn’t their dream at all…
Check back Friday for the rest of the story!
Photographs by Jaimie Sweeten