The last few weeks (OK, it’s definitely more like months) have been pretty quiet on the SB-front, and for that I apologise. At the start of September I started a brand spanking new job that’s taken me on a bit of a journey (emotionally not geographically – unfortunately), and the fact that I’m literally on the verge of being able to share what I’ve been working on with you all is so satisfying.
As you know, I left law to pursue a career in fashion and, most importantly, to write. After years of feeling what can only be described as lost, I finally felt like I found my niche in writing and the fashion world. It’s something that I love, that I’m [fingers crossed] good at, and that I can imagine doing for the rest of my life. It helps to relieve me of the stress and anxiety that has plagued me for the last few years, and has gone some way to finally allowing me to start feeling comfortable in my own skin. Short of being a world famous actress, I’ve never felt this comfortable with a career path and I’m beyond excited to say that my dreams are slowly starting to take shape.
That doesn’t mean to say it’s all been easy peasy lemon squeezy. The transition has been tough and, at times, I’ve found myself up against a big brick wall. A year ago I made the decision that has shaped the path for my life as I know it right now, and along the way I’ve met people who have helped and hindered in equal measure. I’m not ashamed to say that I am somewhat naive. I’m the girl that trusts everyone no matter how many times she’s been burnt, and always likes to see the best in people. Needless to say, working in the fashion world for the last six months (as an intern, freelancer and employee) has meant that I’ve learnt quickly that not everyone deserves my trust, and that things can go sour just as quickly as they turned sweet. The fashion world is tough, it’s not all beautiful shoes and fabulous parties. It’s hard graft, graft that has led me to miss out on seeing friends, family and generally living a life. The hard work I’ve put in hasn’t always been recognised, and at times I’ve been blamed for the mistakes of others which, as anyone who knows me well will testify, is a hard pill for me to swallow. I’ve laughed just as much as I’ve cried in recent months, I’ve pulled my hair out in frustration, I’ve second-guessed myself and I’ve related to Andi Sachs in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ more than I ever thought possible. Despite all of that, I firmly believe that what doesn’t kill you most definitely makes you stronger, and it’s fair to say that without the difficulties I’ve faced in the last year I wouldn’t be where I am now.
I’m tired, I’m groggy, I’m hugely anti-social and sometimes I’m not as grateful as I should be, but I have come so far in a year. I’m proud to say that I’m living proof that hard work, determination and [most importantly] a brilliant support system can get you anywhere. After the year I’ve had, I can’t wait to see where the next 12 months will take me, and I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.