dear soul,
and i am a sucker for a good story since 1993 - i was the kid fallen half asleep but woke straight up as soon as one of my parents skipped a line in my favourite fairytale. the importance of storytelling globally can’t be ignored in today’s day and age - especially for someone like me. stories are told everywhere with every brand you consume or follow even with every person you show interest in. it’s easy to be carried away by a show, a movie, a fashion show. it’s easy to be absorbed in outside narratives. all has a story and i want to focus on the most important novelty: the one in your head.
the inner conversation you have is not only the greatest story of your life but also the tool to change your interpretation on history and the future narrative. personally, my inner conversation can be described as a garden. a green rug of high and low gras with wild colourful flowers on it. there is an old tree, a spring, sun’s shining at day, the moon is glowing at night, and always a light breeze that either feels like a hug and gives you goosebumps from love or builds up as a storm to blow away the unnecessaries. now, whenever i visit my inner garden i am oftentimes too stunned to speak of how beautiful everything turned out because there used to be a lot of clouds, weeds, mud and at some point it has also been a desert. in less poetic words: i worked my ass of to transform my inner monologue to be fucking awesome. it’s not a place of hate, punishment, distress and fear anymore. it’s a place of ease, safety, love and abundance. how i used what i was given and created this oasis of a place from there? i became the director of my movie. i am the epitome of learning by doing - experience is what makes it tangible for me, what turns book-smart into life-smart, what turns knowledge into wisdom.
naturally, at the age of 25 i started with my internal world. to get access to that world i used my vessel who experiences the sensations of the senses and the biggest organ is the skin. that’s my explanation why i started my yogic journey and why fashion makes me feel so much, at least. i became conscious about my daily (style) choices and routines which fostered confidence, self love and an abundance mindset. i started feeling again (read about my depression journey here) and expression through fashion was basically a logic consequence. it has been 7 years now and i want to share my learnings with you through journaling prompts to make you the director of your personal movie starting with your style:
see the closet as a metaphor: reflect on your current closet situation. what does it say about your current emotional state and life stage? is it organized and curated, or chaotic and overflowing?
what areas of your life (physical, emotional, mental) could benefit from decluttering and creating more space? what steps can you take to release what no longer serves you?
how does your personal style connect to your identity and self-expression? what aspects of your personality do you try to convey through your clothing choices?
how has your personal style evolved over time? what factors have influenced these changes?
how can you use clothing and style as a tool for self-acceptance and self-love? how can you dress in a way that makes you feel confident and empowered?
side note 1: i deeply hope you understand these questions as invitations and not offences. with these entries, i share my learnings while walking the journey myself. that makes me less your teacher and more your guide because it’s so much more fun to go on a walk together than walking alone from time to time. and i’d rather give you a hand and companionship than telling you the answers. a) because that’s actually what the work is about and b) my answers won’t tell you anything about you but only about me.
side note 2: the first image will be my front pinterest page from now on. i believe in destiny and apparently these were the vibes that had to go with this entry. i hope you enjoy it - if you want to follow my pinterest handle is learh9
side note 3: have a great tour!
love, lea