Throughout life, I’ve been a curator. I curate all the beautiful things, books, people, places, and time spent in luxuriously intentional moments. I’ve always edited my life in one fashion or another. Whether it’s editing out certain thought patterns, my closet, or toxic relationships, I curate and edit fastidiously. Through all of these “edits” and “curations,” I’ve always stuck like glue to my values, beliefs and principles – whatever they happened to be at the time. Because yes, they do…
