Ok - I'll just be honest. Paris was an awkward 3 weeks for me. Yes, just 3. It was supposed to be 4, but I bailed out a full week early. That's how awkward it was. But it wasn't Paris's fault. Paris could have been anybody (I mean any country). I really mean it when I say: it wasn't Paris, it was me.
Beyond clothing, or websites. I'm here to f*cking inspire. THAT is my passion. That is my mission. And I will NOT be the one to stand up and encourage anyone to work themselves to burnout and never stop to smell the roses. Or to build a business that isn't sustainable (and one of the keys here ladies, is to let go of some of that dang control and let go of some of that money too, delegate, you and your happiness and well-being are worth more than any bank account balance could ever be, don't forget that).
Hey! Soooo, I just took a trip (alone) to Bali to find myself. Cliche, right?!?!
What I found on my trip was….