Thank you, friends. Thank you for letting me bare my soul... my opinions, my desires, my failures, my vulnerabilities, my epiphanies... and accepting me.
Rejection is a fact of life, and it’s happened over and over to all of us, including me.
Two, three years ago, you could find me in Manhattan, walking the red carpet at a movie premiere or at an exclusive launch party. I had a dream job. But that all changed when I was laid off by email. And I wouldn't change a thing.
As I look back on the last year, I feel fortunate to have adopted these three principles, now so wholly ingrained in my thinking that they might as well be a part of me.
This isn't just superficial fashion advice. Looking like a tourist can make you a target for pickpockets and scammers—you CAN look good while traveling without sacrificing comfort and function.
I came to a realization earlier this week. These expectations. Where did they come from? They were mine. I'm a perfectionist. And I put the unrealistic, backbreaking standards on myself.
I prepped for the future. I made major, life-changing decisions based on my plan.
And I was constantly disappointed when what I expected didn’t come to be.