I THINK I may have lost my edge.
I realised that last week.
I looked in my wardrobe and didn’t like half the clothes that currently hang in there. I looked back over a few months work of blog posts and thought much of my work was too ‘safe’.
I looked in the mirror and couldn’t see her. No matter how hard I tried.
I couldn’t see my inner rebel.
Today, it feels like my ‘rebel’ has left my 36 year old building and all I can say is, I want her back. Because I miss her being around.