Don't Call it a Comeback

It was a hot Texas afternoon and I was getting some much needed vitamin D in my backyard when the thought occurred to me that I was in charge of my own destiny. This has always been in the back of my mind but did I REALLY believe it? Hint - The answer is NO.

As I was searching thousands of job postings and trying to find something that I both loved and could have the flexibility to do when I wanted, because life has been FUCKING CRAZY lately, didn’t exist.

I have been struggling with the thought of bringing back the blog. In this day and age it’s so much about the INSTA sales, swipe ups, sales and commissions. “Look at the baby, look at the baby.” I’ve had moments where I couldn’t ethically tell people to spend a shit load of money on things they might not need… OR feed into the lifestyle of being materialistic (this one is hard because I honestly like nice things.)

Alicia… we’re grown ass adults we can make our own decisions and decide where to spend our money.

I get that but there was a part of it that I had to sort out before I could jump back into the world of talking (errrr, typing) at a computer again. I have so many doubts about my abilities and people are mean. I know I’m not the best writer, I ramble and my grammar is shit. BUT, every time I write about something it allows me to leave the best part of me and that’s my weird crazy rambling self (generally talking about fashion, face products or shit I hate). I love more than anything to help other women feel great in what they are wearing, helping people revamp their closet or simply bringing a smile to someones face.

So for the next 30 days I am going to challenge myself to take everything back to the FUC*ING basics. My images will likely be shit and my content won’t move mountains but we all have to start somewhere, right?

Challenge accepted.

ACP