Hold it and plant the seeds in your heart. The thing you are afraid to pursue. When it feels wrong in the depths of your soul then listen. Follow the flutters, not momentary emotion. The real thing! After all these years I have to question how it is that I have two dreams woven together that never change: (1) fashion (2) giving back.
Its form shifts as I mature and regress as a woman to girl – girl to woman. What a magical love? Despite all the pains of its pursuit, I return to a simple truth. I love what I love and I cannot deny that for all the money, love and beauty of youth. The years pass and my skin crinkles with the journey. Though it doesn’t phase me.
The calls to return to join the escalade, I long for comfort. To ‘relax’, but I simply can’t. It takes me to dark places at times. Though I am fortunate to always return to secret gardens of hope. I have cried so many tears, pounding my fists to the heavens not understanding why I was engineered with such a pursuit. Then I grab my pack and venture on.