Too many a time I find myself – quite unnecessarily and dare I say it, unceremoniously – having second thoughts about my published posts, rethinking what was previously written whilst being perhaps a bit too accommodating to new and deliciously tempting ideas which, when coupled with my double-edged-sworded perfectionist tendencies, threatens the existence of such posts altogether. All from the sheer desire of wanting to make things as perfect as possible, at every single point in time, from every single angle. Which so happens to be, as I finally identified, one of the (if not the) primary causes for my lack of consistency in writing. How exasperating.
After an internal debate of diabolical proportions, it dawned upon me that this obstructed rather than catalysed my growth, and I came to the admittedly difficult but decisive conclusion of letting go – gradually. To allow things to fall where they may ever so naturally after giving my best, and to accept that I am constantly learning and growing and will ultimately reach my goals so long as I continue striving and working towards them.
My days are now mainly filled with work, both business and personal, the occasional social appointment, and about ten thousand cups of black coffee. Once in a while, I swap the caffeine for a more comforting cereal or malt beverage. And I always have tea – in different variations, flavours, and infusions enough to rival the tea list at TWG.
Having completely free reign over your time and priorities and being able to design your entire year and life based on your own preferences is certainly the icing on top of the beautiful cake, but with such a blessing comes a gargantuan responsibility with a pressing need for accountability beyond one’s imagination. That, I’m still trying to adapt to, and have endured a number of growing pains since. But it gets better by the day, much to my thankfulness.
My day-to-day bag holds all the essentials I need to stay on top of things on a daily basis, wherever I may be. The specifics may change from time to time, but it fundamentally stays the same throughout. I gravitate towards relatively large totes as I tend to bring my entire life with me wherever I go – the one pictured is a trapeze from Urban Renewal, a Chinese high-street store quite synonymous with Zara, which I stumbled upon during one of my trips to Beijing.
Inside: My iPad, which is a good substitution for my MacBook since a thirteen-inch Pro isn’t the easiest thing to carry around; my planner, the more or less non-digitised equivalent of my iPad, but somehow just as important; a book I’m currently reading (I read about two to three at any one point in time, so usually the most portable) as I simply can’t leave home without one in view of the possibility that I might end up waiting for a significant amount of time somewhere, irrespective of how slight that chance might even be; my old but (literally) gold wallet which holds all the necessities I can possibly require to assist me in getting through this transaction-fuelled world; a bottle of fragrance mist from Victoria’s Secret – pictured is Island Rush, a blend of pomelo and coconut water; earphones should I want more privacy from the outside world; a bit of bijoux as always; a Victoria’s Secret cosmetic pouch containing some make-up in neutral colours, nothing too bold for work; and of course, my well-travelled and practically invincible iPhone, still hanging in there after all these years.
I prefer wearing wedges – those pictured are from CHARLES & KEITH – over heels in the daytime as I’m bigger on comfort when the sun is up, and especially when I’ve to work. Flats however, do take precedence when I don’t have to doll up and can be as chilled and laid-back as possible. That being said, as a woman I do have my indulgences from time to time, and can sometimes leap rather inexplicably at the opportunity to wear five-inches for a normal day out about town. Tendencies of such indulgences might be higher if you stand at just above five feet (two).