Definitions. With questions of “what do you do?” and “where are you from”? We are always trying to find ways to define ourselves. More often than not, by one definition. One term. How funny that these letters, strung together can hold such weight. And while there is nothing wrong in taking pride and joy by these words we use, why limit ourselves to just one definition? One story? I’ve become the most comfortable in my own skin when I stopped searching for that one defining word. One that I couldn’t ever seem to find. Never did one word fit me like a glove. Sometimes I would try it on and like a new outfit, wear it so much that I got bored. And so, I would find a new favorite word and dabble in something else that felt fitting at that time. I’ve grown to like it this way. Quite fondly, actually. I prefer to be defined by multiple words. And as I get older, and my likes (and dislikes) continue to reveal themselves, this list may grow. I’ve always been a nomad, I recently became a shop owner, a wife is a term I never knew I wanted, but happen to love how perfectly it fits. I’m a foodie and a cook, a term my grandmother might have laughed had I told her growing up. I happen to like this ever evolving vocabulary. A dictionary of words I’ve accumulated over my life. How different decades and years carry different definitions. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Always growing, changing, evolving? Adding words to our repertoire.
What I’m Wearing: Banana Republic Pants | Zara Leopard Flats | Coat purchased in Italy (similar) | LK Bennett Purse | Leather Detail Top | Boohoo Official Sunglasses c/o
