quarter life crisis.

I’ve tried to conjure up the courage to write this post for about a two months now. Although the idea was there, I could not form the words. My ability to confront failure was at an all time high. This summer I was supposed to be grabbing someone’s morning coffee, typing meeting notes, and loosing myself in a city filled with potential.

Feeling heartbreak and disappointment are an unfortunate part of life. This summer my heart was broken by the passion that fuels my biggest dreams. I ended my internship this summer early after a handful of disastrous events. Although lacking experience in the fashion world, I knew that many of the tasks that were being asked of me were not in my best interest. After being stood up, I packed my car and headed back to Wyoming’s traffic free roads. Words cannot sum up my disappointment in the experience and opportunity that caused so much stress in my life during the month of June. Thankfully, I was surround by loads of supportive and understanding people who made the bad experience better.  

After this experience it made me question my plans after I graduate. This summer gave me time to reflect on what I really wanted to do and where I wanted to be. Planning my future has been obsession.  But honestly, right now, I could not tell you what the next year has in store for me. Not knowing what I might be doing a year from now is uncomforting but, the suspense of not knowing keeps me on my toes.

Tbh I’m trying to look like I have it together, but I really don’t.

Wishing you free food and good hair days.