I got the last drops of my perfume and it reminded me something.
A little bit more than a year ago, I bought myself a bottle of perfume. The smell was totally me and I thought of writing a blog post about how much I love it. However, I did not do that.
It was December 2019. It was almost two and a half years of me writing this blog. And I was afraid to write a post that might seem promotional even though I simply honestly loved the product.
I remember myself thinking, that my readers won’t understand that. A blog post about a perfume? That’s not a marketing channel we’re interested in. And because of that, I dared to write blog posts about particular products just a couple of times. I must have been super confident in myself when I did that.
But now, when I see that empty bottle of perfume on the cabinet in the closet waiting to be thrown away, all I can think of is regret.
Regret of being afraid to change.
Regret of trying to be what others think I am and therefore not being my true self.
Regret of not doing the things I’m passionate about only because I’m afraid I won’t be interesting or people will talk behind my back.
We, women, talk a lot. And when it comes to our closest friends, we’re always supportive. But when it’s about other women we know, it’s often more judging than support.
Who does she think she is? What does she know about that? She does it all for fame. She shows too much. She has nothing to say…
I was afraid others will say these things about me. And therefore, I did my best not to be noticed. Not to be my true self. Not to write about the things I want to write.
But that perfume bottle… I want to throw it away together with all those regrets and fears.
I’m amazed by all the women out there who are not afraid. Who do what they feel is right, no matter what others say about it. And I want to be one of them.
Thank you, Chloe Nomad, you were incredible.
But it’s time for a new bottle of perfume.