It’s weird but true. I put myself on a (temporary) travel ban.

It got to the point where I started missing personal goals. I don’t know if it was the distraction of the events that I attended or the company I was keeping. Like many of you, I was excited to return outside. OUTSIDE. At times, I would sit in the airplane and reflect on the fact that two years ago, I was sitting inside the house staring at walls. Two years ago, I would get fed up and go for long drives by myself… I got into flowers and yoga. I started resenting my sewing machine because I hated wearing masks, much more making them in bulk. 2020 still makes my eyes water just thinking about the details. I got my heart broken. A lot happened in 2020.

Then 2021 came and gutted what was left of me. You are looking at someone who absolutely picked up pieces of self and moved forward with the help of genuine people who believe in me.

2022. It started off pretty quiet, but shit escalated quickly. Ups. Downs. Drama. Big Wins. I knew that what I needed was a change in my living space. I had all of these ideas, visions, and roadmaps surrounding personal goals, business goals, and career paths. I couldn’t see a clear vision that didn’t require a change in space. I need a sanctuary.

I journaled about a new place but didn’t do anything about it. I just kept booking flights.

Seriously. Traveling is a vice for me.

Thankfully, discipline became a buzzword that kept creeping into my psyche. I realized that I need to re-prioritize.

ADULTING.

Banning myself from late summer travel meant missing the first NYFW since outside re-opened. That shit hurt my soul. Thankfully, Sallay and the Fashion Family did absolutely great.

I did some pretty cool things, spent time with loves, and attended some timeless events.

Something real quick to read.