I reflect on memories of the past and present and think about the future and everything is has to offer me and of course everything I have to offer it. I like to think about the past and all the memories it holds. The past is like this basement for relationships, things, excitement, accomplishments, regrets, or rather life, that you can visit at any time.
It's a gloomy Saturday morning in May and I am currently in Los Angeles. The sun has not yet peeped through the clouds. I am listening to the new Incubus album, it's been on repeat for several days and it hits the spot right now. Running through my mind is the past two years of life. My companies, getting my Masters at NYU, weekly trips from LA to NY (not sure exactly how I did it, but living in the sky was fun), London, Paris, Rome, launching at Selfridges, hundreds of magazines and interviews and finally a beautiful relationship that is now a memory but stored in my basement so I can visit it whenever I want.
So, I ask myself what's next. Don't we all ask ourselves that? If you're not constantly growing, innovating, inspiring and reinventing then what's the point of waking up every morning.
For the first time, I feel free again. Liberated with the strength, focus and ability to try something new, go somewhere different, experience the unknown. And while the unknown can be scary, this unknown is the future I think about. Getting here though was a growth and rebirth, I am back!
