Flannel Shirts, Messy Hair, and Being Yourself

Sometime during the December holidays, between drinking milkshakes with my grandparents, walking dogs with my dad, and touring Amsterdam with my sister, I had a revelation. And that, pals, is that I don't really care what people think anymore.

I've always been big on goals and aspirations. I've also always felt like I wasn't quite good enough, which I've written about before and have let plague me for far too long. I've been working in fashion since I was about 18 and it's easy to let the "industry" get to you. But you know what? I'm over it. 

Forgive the cheese, but I am who I am and I'm ok with that. I'll always be awkward, will always overshare and be giggly when I'm nervous/all the time, and will always be a flannel shirt and jeans type of gal who prefers the kind of outfit that would let her roll around in the leaves with a dog, should a dog in some London park ask me to roll around in the leaves with him. You know what else? My hair's always going to curl a little weird at the end, and that's totally fine. 

This is classic late 20's stuff, I know, but it was like someone hit a light switch and I was just ok

Anyone else had a similar experience? It's awesome.