“Since Fashion Week of 2015, I hadn’t gone a night with out praying that God would get m
“Since Fashion Week of 2015, I hadn’t gone a night with out praying that God would get me to New York; "somehow, some way,” I would say. I remember lying in my hotel room looking to the ceiling, just saying “Thank you” to God for the few days I got to experience in New York. I felt so alive, I’d come on this trip, alone and somehow I felt a “childlike” happy. You know, that happy that isn’t driven by outside forces, it’s solely based on things that set you free Unfortunately, I lost my childlike happiness in pursuit of my dream job; to the point where lunch breaks were synonymous with venting sessions to my mother, where I’d just cry" Read more about my personal pursuit of happiness on Showmedmani.com; hopefully it inspires you to pursue your own. XoXo -Mani -- source link