I have a guilty conscience
We’ve made it folks. Peter and I are finally residing in our new home, and boy is it pretty. It’s crazy to see how much your quality of life can improve, with just a change of scenery. I mean sure, it may just be the excitement talking, but I wake up every day with the morning light feeling light and fluffy on our little cloud. That being said the work that comes with turning a house into your dream home has been somethin’. Only two days of having the keys in hand we had most of our furniture in place, all of our things put away, and thought the end of our little move was in sight. Then…the OCD kicked in and oh boy did it come in hard. For the last two weeks I have been organizing every inch of the past 8 years of my life so our every possession fulfills its destiny by finding its way to the spot it was always meant to be in. It sounds crazy because it is. I can literally tell you on which shelf, of which cupboard, in which room, anything is…and boy does it feel good.
Peter does a ton around the house, but when it comes to organizing my way, bless his soul, the man can’t handle the heat. I started to organize his boot closet yesterday and after asking him to take over for a minute, I came back to a ton of dirty sneakers mismatched piled up in the back of a shelf. He wanted to make it clear to his future self that those were the yucky used sneakers…I could have died. So I got back to work, and haven’t stoped since. That’s kind of how all of our days have been as of late. Honestly, I can’t complain. I think that if you set aside the fact that I’m going absolutely crazy, I’m kind of enjoying myself. It’s a beautiful day in this neighbourhood, like everyday.
Balenciaga cap, Ray Ban sunnies, Zara shirt and trousers, Christian Dior bag, and Christian Louboutin heels
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Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of speaking at a panel during Montreal’s Mural Festival. Being the proud owner of some pretty bad social anxiety the notion public speaking is not my fave, so I’m ashamed to say I often turn down these kind of opportunities, but after hearing the topic we would be discussing I knew I needed to push myself to be a part of it. Titled Digital Girl in a Digital World, the panel was going to be all about digital entrepreneurism through the feminist lens. Being that both topics are things I love to discuss, I looked forward to the day where I could share my little story, and hear what others had experienced trying to make it as females on the world wide web.
The panel itself was a breath of fresh empowered air. I was ready to talk numbers, engagement, and brand adjacency and diversification, but was pleasantly surprised when the discussion turned to self introspection/expression, personal experience, and the art behind the madness that is social media. I know I was invited to the panel to share some kind of knowledge or wisdom I’ve learned along the way, but most days I feel like I’m figuring it out all over again myself. That being said, here are some things I know for sure…the Cliffs Notes anyway.
The power of collaboration when using social media’s as a business or branding tool, should serve as number one goal. Competition is omnipresent in every field, but it doesn’t mean that working with others that share similar aspirations is off limits. It should be encouraged, especially as women, who since the beginning of time have been pitted against one another when attempting to reach personal and professional desires. Here’s the secret. Never compare yourself to anyone else, cherish what makes you unique, and different instead. Stay humble and hard working and you’ll never need to step on others to get where you’re tying to go. Most of all keep being kind to one another and supporting each other. Especially for the little ladies that will join us on the internet one day. Let’s change the cycle, so they grow up feeling empowered and encouraged by little ladies everywhere…Pardon my cheese.
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