Let's be real , we all have this ideal version of ourselves wrapped up in our minds and everything we do and decide is based on reaching the life and body we want that person to live in. What the exact expectations of the perfect version of you look like might be completely different from mine, but we do have one big common denominator - we both forget to stop and smell the roses in the meantime. If you're a restless little perfectionist that sets the bar high for yourself and others then I hope you would feel inspired by this quick word spill of something I had to come to terms with for the sake of my own mental wellbeing. Stop the clock. I seldom simmer in the feeling of accomplishment when I reach my goals. One part of me feels like it's a waste of time and the other part is already chasing the next big thing. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being a determined hustler, I am happy to be part of a goal-driven generation but I've realize
I feel like a young tree that's been repotted in new soil, new exciting environmental conditions, and pruned to the branch in order to survive the great transition from Africa to Europe. My favorite and familiar natural habitat, best friends, loving family and the carefully planned daily routines, under which I recieved so much shelter and safety for my well nestled South-African excistence, are no more. I've been uprooted and I've finally reached somewhat of a stabilizing point where I've processed just enough to let you guys in on what has been the most adventurous and trying time of my life. As many of you know I was pretty well settled in the comfort that came from the close to perfect big city life my small town heart has been blessed with. The moments I got to savor whilst watching the sunrise from my cute little balcony, teaching students from across the country, having my dream job as a Makeup Lecturer and being around my nearest and dearest was enough to