The truth is, I am questioning everything.

The comfortable conform thoughts I had about live, the certainties about my career, what I saw myself doing, all the posh curated designed life I was certain I wanted.

And then, I see a picture of a cabinet, handmade by one wooden piece, that would definitely not fit in my current house, and I want it! I want the imperfection of it, I want to make the possible mistake of buying it, I want to put a crochet piece on top of it. And I couldn’t care less if it does not fit the magazine look alike I thought I wanted for my house.

I don’t want expensive holidays, 5-star hotels, push another level up at work, designer house, or curated pieces anymore…I want mess. I want real. I want what I want without having to give 2 shits about what others think.

Real life, real problems.