Taking a second to stop and think with an open mind can do wonders.
Who knew?
With a stack of three September Issues at my side, one Bazaar, one InStyle and one beloved and oh-so-sacred Vogue, I attempt to dive into at least one of these much awaited and coveted items. The September issue of any magazine is the most awaited issue of the year. One must put at least two hours of quiet time to leaf through, drool over, and savor each and every photograph on every single glossy page. Yes, even the ads, because those are the best part.
I was only on page one hundred eighty four, when I had a sudden epiphany: In the past week alone, my life has gone in twenty different directions. Where am I? The fact that I just asked myself "Where am I", made me a little bit nervous. Have you ever felt like you were in this really, really good place in your life, but at the same time, you had questions about where you'd end up? I have full confidence that I'm in a really healthy spot in my life right now. I'm fulfilled work-wise, I'm definitely rising in the right direction in multiple areas of interest, the friends that are here now, are the ones that are here to stay, I've been making tons of new friends to add to that "permanent friend" list. Along with other major/minor changes, all seems to be going well. But looking back to a month ago, it was all different. I had so many questions, so many doubts, the things that I was so sure about, I was so quick to disregard down the road. It seems like things are changing for the better. But who am I to judge? If I've learned anything, it's that not even you can make judgements on your own life. I have a plan. I have a purpose. And I'm sincerely adamant about staying on this path that's leading me to it.
All five hundred and eighty four pages of my Vogue are giving me the stare down, so I think it's time I dive back in. I think I owe my mail man a nice apology letter. I feel terrible that he had to deliver these brick-like magazines to me three days in a row. Poor thing.
Toodles!
Current Listen: Pretty Young Thing - Michael Jackson
