It's All Good

POV: You're me on August 1st, 2024

POV: You’re me on August 1st, 2024.

July was a rough month for anyone who paid full price for The Row Jellies. Every coastal liberal woman I know has swallowed their pride and is patiently waiting for their dupe to arrive. For the sake of seasonality I hope the people get their packages soon. This summer has, for lack of better words, been HOT AF…but, in my opinion the pulse of New York City is beating at the same tempo it was in 2012. Is it the upcoming election? The Olympics? My own personal nostalgia stems from Maryam Nassir Zadeh collaborating with J.Crew. Twenty-something me is pissed they weren’t around for the price point of the collection while my thirty-something self is hopeful that a mom of two can turn a IYKYK storefront on Norfolk Street into a collaboration with a household name after a few decades of hard work. 

The thick of the summer has been sandwiched between two full moons in Capricorn, both falling in my 10th house of career aspirations and public image. My Aries Rising/Aquarius Sun has been handed a cosmic ultimatum to slow the fuck down and think through the things I want to call into my life rather losing sleep over every comment and circumstance that warrants a reaction. 

In the spirit of R+R I spent four perfect days in Montauk where I saw a Humpback Whale and Alix Earle’s baby pink Bronco. I’ve deemed my reaction to both of these sightings as a sign from The Universe that I am fully outgrowing the person I used to be. 

Even at the tip of Long Island you cannot escape Charli XCX. 

I think about it all the time

That I might run out of time

But I finally met my baby

And a baby might be mine

My own version of these lyrics have been on repeat in my psyche way before I, like the rest of the world, fell victim to the most brilliant lime green PR Campaign of all time. Is it possible to be in love with your life in the present moment while still actively craving characters and plot lines that feel so far away from your orbit? I think the answer is ‘yes’. Not to sound like the most basic bitch to ever exist, but Joan Didion says ‘’we tell ourselves stories to live”, and sometimes when writing feels good, the group chat is hilarious and the SSense sale is only getting better, I can convince myself I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. 

At the end of the day if Kamala is BRAT it’s probably fine if I am too.