Not the BIG MOVE yet, but a much needed vacation in Paris to see old friends, meet new friends, and set a few plans in motion.
As you know, I am always talking about purging and clearing clutter to get ready for tabula rasa mode. Out with the old, in with the new. In fact, last Saturday, I cut my hair really short to shed all of the energy I've been carrying around with me for the past six months. It's been a long haul, but now I feel light as a feather. And now I stand in my room looking at clothes which no longer express who I am. When I put on some of my old blouses and pants, I feel frumpy. I just don't feel like the me I am today or the me I am becoming. So today, I shall fill yet another bag and cart it to Goodwill.
I miss my scarves, jewelry and flowing tops I used to wear. I also miss skirts. I think the past decade working in cubicle hell in the investment banking / hedge fund industry (on the web services side) really took away that certain je ne sais quoi I always carried around with me back in my twenties and thirties. Well, enough is enough. It's high time I get back to the real me, the writer, the artist, and the adventurer attire I so dearly miss!
