there has ceased to be a difference between my awake clothes & asleep clothes
WHAT I’M WEARING: OASIS BLACK LONGLINE WAISTCOAT, BOOHOO MARL GREY TOP, ZARA FLARED BAGGY PANTS, MINI
CHANEL BAG, CELINE SUNGLASSES VIA SMARTOTTICA, WHITE NIKE ROCHE RUNS VIA SOLETRADER & ROSEFIELD GOLD WATCH
It’s been a very busy month, culminating on Friday night when I found myself walking down the street to strangely burst into tears for no other reason than utter exhaustion. The sort that sinks into your bones and steals every ounce of energy from under your feet. Now, I know bloggers tend to brag about how busy they are. Truth is blogging full time is no easy task. Add in a wealth of freelance work and an email inbox that fills up like a bucket in a storm and I was close to losing it this weekend. I cannot remember a time I have ever felt this tired. Doing what I love means there can often be a lack of distance between work and my own free time. I don’t allow myself much of it, which is especially strange in Barcelona, a city where people seem to regard work as a disease to avoid. It urkes me, anyone working too hard seems to have an empty life, a superficial chase for money, quite like a tunnel with no light at the end.
My best friends, they are as busy as me. I chose my friends carefully and I am proud to say they are all wildly ambitious. We have all strayed away from drinking and late nights in pursuit of the goals we are all getting closer to grabbing. And thus, we can speak candidly about money and personal successes, in a way I cannot quite with people here in this city. I miss them, but we are all so busy, there isn’t much time for the reunions we keep planning. I’ve already harped on about men and their perceptions of my too-often-too-busy schedule to see them. But I want to let you know, there is no shame in sprinting after the things you want. Whatever they are. Achievements should never ever be undermined, regardless of what they are. And it seems the more successful someone is, the harsher they are judged.
And as for me? Sure, my outfits are now verging on sleepwear, I could store coins in the bags under my eyes and I am totally run down from sprinting through work for the last 27 days, but you know what? They can keep their parties, long lunches and lazy days in the sun. I do something I really love. If it makes me so tired I cry every once in a while, well so be it. So what. I work a lot, too much in some people’s eyes. But, it’s infinitely better than doing something only some of the time that I hate. And on that note, there is a high probablity you will hate this outfit, a combination I have found myself wearing through cycles of entire days. Elastic waistbands and sneakers are essentials for crying. But don’t worry, I shut my eyes, stopped the tears and slept instead. I’m writing this after snoozing away almost the whole weekend. Which, essentially means I am ready for Paris Fashion Week & prepared to entirely exhaust myself once more for the month. Almost there, excited to tie this September up in a knot and move into a calmer October.
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