I have opposing forces pulling at me. On one hand, I am all Zen and connected to the universe as I invoke the preacher's words from Sunday's church service with declarations like "I am a winner!" But on the other, I am worried that I will never quite measure up to the bigness of my dreams in the fashion world becoming just a small footnote that was never quite in vogue. I wrestle with these 2 frames of mind often. And so on the eve of what is to be my big launch, the angel and the devil are chillin' on my shoulders once again whispering in each of my ears as I try to press forward. I'd rather listen to the angel with her ceaseless message of my success, but sometimes that devil encroaches and I become a panic-stricken fool. My dresses are progressing nicely, though not at the pace that I would like them to. Things are falling into place. My creativity is through the roof. But I just cannot get too overjoyed, yet. Much still has to be done. And I don't know how it's all going to play out. But I just want to continue to trust my faith in myself and in my journey. After all, a kind of paradise is on the horizon. And it is filled with beautiful women wearing my dresses that they bought from the stores that I have always imagined carrying my line. They are the kind of stores that dispense pretty shopping bags stuffed with tissue paper and provide unparalleled service. Paradise is my destiny. The devil be damned.
Peace & Fashion!