yellow socks.

This summer was my saviour. This summer was slow walks, relatable music and simple starry nights, but also overwhelming excitement, burning passion, wild midnights and worthwhile risks. This summer I was reminded of who I am, and drowned in realisation essential to my souls survival. Realisation that only fools are fully satisfied with the comfort of familiarity, and that this small world is not so small at all. This summer was the comprehension of what happiness is suppose to feel like. I discovered the importance of an open mind and a racing heart. The importance of having an innocently welcoming spirit and never being afraid to be most extreme version of yourself. This summer made me wonder, how many strangers do you walk past everyday, that have the power to remind you of who you are? 

Let’s be real. New years day, is just another day, like the 1st of Feb or March, but for some senseless, conformable reason it’s an inspiration. A motive for new beginnings and a door to endless opportunity. The thrill of knowing the unpredictable could potentially or inevitably change the direction of the future and the rest of your life, scares some, but to me, provokes excitement and possibility. With this in mind, I am writing not my new years resolution, not my plans or my goals, what I want to achieve or who I want to be, but documenting the person I am today, because by the time the 1st of January is approaching once again in a years time, this very person will be evolved, developed and grown. All but gone.   So heres some insight into the life of me on the 1st day of January 2018. If you were to meet me today, I would be wearing a ‘California, Palm Springs’ Emerald green vintage road trip tee (picked up in a Melbourne op shop), cut off trackie shorts, high waisted - of cou