My Instagram Explore Feed Hates Me

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The Unfashionable Truth About Fashion Week

Cara D and Suki rolling from exclusive pardy to exclusive pardy, street style superstars getting papped by street style photog superstars, celeb-packed FROWs, nothing but rainbow hair as far as the eye can see and Olivia P’s general effortless existence: Fashion Week as lived vicariously through Daily Mail, Vogue, Elle and Twitter looks positively majestic, but let me assure you that this view is one seen through rose-tinted glasses. Probs Miu Miu.

The Struggle

The job hunt struggle is real. All too real. You spend some time in employment and you almost forget about the soul-destroying, all-consuming noxious grey cloud that lingered over you for months beforehand, penetrating your very being and slowly crushing all the aspirations you’d ever had. Okay, okay – crushing the one aspiration I’d ever had.

And never grow a wishbone…

Learn to speak with both your mind and heart. For the ground beneath will hold you, dear — know that you are free. And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.

Unweaving the Rainbow…

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara…”

Let there be motiv(procrastin)ation!

Right. So, basically, I have decided to take up the baton and make a blog, this blog, and to nurture it and stay dedicated to it as a means of motivation within my life. You see, very recently I discovered the very news that I have been terrified of for an exhaustively long time now. That news is this: there are two kinds of people in this world, the do’ers and the non-do’ers (not very imaginative titles, granted, but to-the-point). This information as a whole is not news to the majority of us, but the shocking and unashamed truth is that I am, and must own up to being, a non-do’er. I do nothing. I have ideas spilling from every orifice of my being, brilliant schemes and great grand plans, but I do absolutely nothing to make them happen.