FOUNDINFASHION

I’ve had some time to brood over this blogging prompt for a few days. I sat with this thought. I turned it over in my mind. What’s my schtick? After some self-reflection, I can now finally put it into words.

I’ll be honest—I hesitated to explore this. But it’s crucial to pause and think every now and then. To confront the man in the mirror and ask the tough questions, even the seemingly trivial ones. This is a lifestyle blog, after all.

Okay, philosophical moment over.

If I had to describe myself in one word, it would be generous. Yet, at the same time, I have a complicated relationship with that word.

Generosity comes naturally to me. Letting go—whether of material things, time, or effort—has never been difficult. Maybe it’s a middle-child thing. Sandwiched between an older and a younger brother, sharing wasn’t just encouraged; it was expected. Giving became second nature.

Little wonder I write a fashion blog. I use my skills to help coordinate family, friends, and even strangers. To ensure they have the best experience possible. A well-chosen outfit, a comfortable environment, a good meal, an amazing book—things that can help put the springs in anyone’s step. If I can contribute to that, why wouldn’t I?

But generosity, unchecked, can be a dangerous thing. The willingness to support when asked, to give what I can afford and to make someone’s existence better. All good gesture definitely. However, it can also be a blind spot.

I’ve learned this the hard way. People sense it when you’re the type to always say “yes,” and unfortunately some will take advantage of that. I’ve overextended myself more times than I can count. I’ve taken on too many tasks. I’ve dropped the ball on my own priorities. Professionally, it’s cost me a lot as well.

Lately, I am seeing the value in choosing myself first without any guilt trips. Saying no isn’t selfish—it’s self-preservation. And as they say, “nice guys finish last”… Only if they let themselves be trampled on.