"Never give up on a dream because it will take time to accomplish."
Its been nearly two months since I started the blog. I've been very consistent with my posts and trying to set up different trends and everything. My followers increased to around ten thousand within that time period but still there wasn't much of a response. I was posting a blog in every three days. Lookbooks, articles on current trends, what to wear,etc were the most popular ones.
Like, I did have fun with the constant brain storming, shoots and editing but I felt like I wasn't getting even half of my inputs appreciated. I know all this takes time but I don't want to move back to Dubai.
There was too much on my plate right now. Handling my job at the café, weekly baking for a little extra cash, early morning shoots, late night brainstorming and giving time to Nathan. Everything was happening all at once and amidst all this, I was drifting away from all of my friends. I barely had time to meet them and to hang out with them.
Once I was feeling very low and demotivated so Derek took me for a speaker session which was being conducted by Hitesh Ramchandani who is the author of the book 'Better than Normal'. He has celebral palsy but even that couldn't stop him from achieving his goals. He was in New York for a week. He suffered from bullying and abusing throughout his high school in Singapore but he always believed in one thing 'to be a better version of you'. Now, he conducts various speaker sessions all over the world. His speech inspired me so much that all of a sudden I was determined to do even better than what I was currently doing. I didn't just want to be a blogger anymore. I wanted to inspire people, relate to them and connect with them. I wanted to excel in my field.
Plus, a big shotout to Derek and Elena for supporting me throughout and having faith in me when I was losing hope.Derek and I have become very close since we spent quite a lot of time together. We had been hanging out at each other's place very often and there were times when he would just crash at my place for the night. Veronica didn't seem to mind the amount of time we've been spending together. Infact, sometimes even she would come over with Derek for the shoots and she was really very helpful. Her suggestions were always on point and I kind of like her sense of fashion as well. I still haven't met his Dad.
It was Monday today. After a really hectic day at work, I took a nap and then started working on editing the pictures as soon as I got up. I never realised the amount of time I took while editing and writing the blog that it was nearly 1.00am. My stomach growled since I hadn't had dinner but I was too lazy to make anything right now. I went to the fridge to check for any ice cream but unfortunately, none of the flavours were left. My long romantic walks to the kitchen pretty much defined the things which made me feel relieved during these two months. I had been stress eating a lot these days and Derek could be partly blamed that there wasn't any ice cream left.
I went back to my room to just clean up the mess I've made so that I could sleep peacefully but my dad decided that very moment to call me. Not wanting to procastinate the conversation with him, I picked up instantly.
"I see you've started a blog." was the first line he said. No greetings, nothing. Typical.
"Yes." I managed to speak up confidently without letting him know that I was probably failing at this one too.
"This isn't what I meant when I asked you to find a job. A real job. We did not let you take fashion designing for this reason only. The thing you're getting into has no scope or value. You've majored in finance and you work as stupid cashier. Emily has started working at a hotel in Dubai as the assistant manager and you're wasting your life with all this." he said.
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In the name of 'Friendship' [COMPLETED]
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