We think our wardrobe no longer expresses who we are.
Old possessions feel as if they belong to another person.
We feel differently about our usual habits.
We see the world around us as though it’s been tweaked, like a hanging picture that’s been alligned again.
Our eyes widen towards new things.
Change.
It doesn’t have to be a change for the better (or for the worse), just as long as we’re willing to accept that whatever it is can make us be more of ourselves.
