Holding On

In high school, I attended a writer’s workshop for short story authors. The short story always has been my favorite genre—both to compose and to read. When I was drafting my story, I wrote the end first, which is something I often do. For some reason, the culmination, the point of it all, has always felt like the place to start.


However, by the time the entire piece took shape, the ending didn’t fit at all anymore. While I sensed the problem, I couldn’t bear to rework the element I felt represented the origins of the entire story.

“Sometimes where you end up going is even better than where you set out to go,” the workshop leader advised me. “Don’t be afraid to go somewhere new, just because it isn’t the place you thought you’d be headed.”

And with that, I deleted my original final paragraph and wrote one that was honestly just as good and much more fitting for the story as a whole.


Years later, my very wise hairdresser and I were chatting. I asked him why people continue to come in and ask for haircuts that don’t flatter their features, or are terribly outdated. He told me, “oh, we all tend to hold on to the styles that have served us well in the past.”

What are you holding on to that isn’t serving you well any more, despite your own unwillingness to admit it? You might be surprised at how nicely you thrive without it. We can hold hands while you let it go, if it helps.


Thanks for reading! Happy Sunday.

Baracuta jacket // L’ecole des Femmes shirt // Citizens of Humanity jeans

Cleaning Up

Is it possible to talk about cleaning without the Marie Kondo association anymore? I do love her; don’t get me wrong. Anyway, I don’t know, but let’s give it a try. Wipe clean the Etch-a-Sketch that is your brain, and we shall start fresh on the topic of cleaning—cleaning up and cleaning out.


I ruthlessly cleaned out my closet recently, and the end result was so incredibly satisfying, and also, so much more than what I expected. I feel like I also removed the clutter in my mind.  I’ve always felt that what we surround ourselves with is the clearest window into what we are feeling inside.  When I’ve got too much in my closet, it also means I’ve got too much going on in my life.  Somehow, removing the excess shirts and skirts helps me figure out how to reprioritize the one hundred and one directions I feel I’m being pulled on any given day.


Being a minimalist with maximalist urges is tricky.  I really need to let my inner compass guide what I say yes and no to across the board. I get excited about new ideas pretty easily, and, as the hypnotherapist I went to for help with my blood draw phobia told me, I have an incredibly active imagination. THIS COMES AS NO SURPRISE, but it’s always nice to have an expert confirm stuff. My work is to separate fantasy from reality, without totally taking all the fun out of my daily existence.

Naturally, I started in my closet, and I am feeling pretty good about whereI ended up at the end of the day.


Happy Sunday! Cheers to a long weekend. Thanks for reading.

Everlane tank // Lise Charmel panty (previous season) // Lazard Co. cuff