I know my words have been nonexistent and my postings have been infrequent. The reason for my sporadic absence is because I'm stuck. I love my blog, I love my readers, I love that people care about my perspective on fashion . . . but sometimes I wonder
"are my words important?"
"what stamp am I trying so hard to imprint on the world - or at least the tiny sector I occupy from the vantage point of my blog's domain?"
"how do I make this world of dress up and layering into something significant?"
So it is at these mountaintops that I rest. I don't write, I don't post, I don't (dare I say) dress up.
And then I rediscover my voice, pull out my rain boots and dance in the downfall.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass . . .
"are my words important?"
"what stamp am I trying so hard to imprint on the world - or at least the tiny sector I occupy from the vantage point of my blog's domain?"
"how do I make this world of dress up and layering into something significant?"
So it is at these mountaintops that I rest. I don't write, I don't post, I don't (dare I say) dress up.
And then I rediscover my voice, pull out my rain boots and dance in the downfall.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass . . .
It's about learning to dance in the rain"
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