I can remember when I first began my book, both my sisters questioned what I was doing. They said, ‘you aren’t a writer, focus on fashion’. I didn’t listen obviously. We can be anything we want to be. Scratch that we do not need to define ourselves by titles. I do the thing that attracts me and makes me feel alive. I enjoy writing, why not publish a book. It doesn’t matter if anyone reads it because ultimately it is important to take action for our enjoyment and not approval.

If you want to write a book then do it. Message me and I will tell you how I did it. For sure it is not perfect and I love my run on sentences. But I stayed true to my message. I wanted to paint the picture of an honest pursuit of a dream reflecting and entertaining with the sadness and madness of my own adventure. I may have offended, disappointed but ultimately I wrote what was in my heart.

Time to move on keep and keep pushing the limits to what the next turn brings me. I am a far different girl than the one that began this journey 2 years ago. I am broken, scarred but most importantly I own the right to be truly me. Time to write the next book, for the journey next ends. It only takes on a new shape with new obstacles and challenges. I am breaking myself into accepting this reality. Easing up in my apprehension and leaning into the fear.

Wow lots of thank you cards!

Pink ribbons of course.

Shipping to places around the world from Vienna to Hawaii.