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It’s 6 am, and the sun rises over rustling leaves and chirping birds. There’s a morning chill in the humid air, and a gentle breeze carries through the cracked open door. I pour a hot coffee and resume my usual morning position, sitting by the pool. After flipping through chapters of Three Women by Lisa Taddeo, I cut up fruit I got from the local market for breakfast (papaya, mango and melon), and start remote working for the day. I have reformer pilates in the afternoon, followed by dinner at a local beach club. I’m in Bali, and life is simple and fulfilling.
In perfect timing, a package from Revolve right before I hopped on my flight here. It had been years since I properly browsed the store, and I forgot how thorough their range is. I picked up the Camila Coelho x Revolve white dress which has been a staple in the 30 degree Bali weather, as well as another pair of my favourite Grlfrnd x Revolve denim jeans. I used to own the Helena years ago but got rid of them when I didn’t fit them anymore, so I was happy to have another pair of the same colour back in my collection.
I also picked up the famous Waldorf top by Majorelle, in *surprise* satin brown. If you’re looking for an easy to style top to take you from work to drinks, this is the one. The bust has boning, so you can wear it without a bra. You can also style it depending on what your pairing it with – tie each bow to pair with a skirt or leave the bottom undone with low waisted pants for that 90’s style.
This is my first overseas since 2019, and it’s confirmed something I knew to be true but didn’t want to admit to myself – I’ve been waiting my years away. After being forced on pause, I’ve found it hard to get back to living the way I used to. Dinners with friends during the week, weekends spent away or exploring the city. Always working on some new project or planning the next. Truely, making the most of my time. Now that it seems we won’t be forced back into isolation once again, it’s time for a change.
With my 29th birthday arriving this week, I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend the last chapter of my twenties. In some ways, it feels like the end of an era. My final chance to live with reckless abandon. It’s the decade of indulgent trial and error. In other ways, I think the pressure to nest by the time you’re 30 is outdated. Why does buying a house, getting married and starting a family become the new stock-standard? I guess, that’s what happens when you’re hostage to a ticking biological clock.
For the next year, I’m going to claim back the lost time. Worrying less about where I should be, what people think of me and what I should be doing. Forgetting everything that has kept me in a chokehold over the past couple of years. Instead, I’ll be spending more time enjoying each day as it comes. Signing up for classes, taking on new hobbies, meeting new people and finally, letting myself make plans for the future – outside of my home. It’s the simple actions you take each day that gives life it’s lustre, and it is time to make it super bloody shiny again.