So by the time you read this,
I might be on a different tangent.
But right now.
I’m realising how ungrateful I am.
This time last year, I hadn’t even fathomed Kholo.
And this time 6 months ago, I was sitting at a restaurant, telling my friend about how nervous I was that no one would appreciate the designs of Kholo.
I probably didn’t even have 20 followers on Instagram then.
I’ve been obsessed.
God give me another sale.
God give me more followers.
And I’m ashamed.
I don’t even want to tell you this.
Because it’s down right lame.
But I’m so hungry.
Expecting Kholo to fulfill me.
To fulfill my need.
And I’m learning.
That nothing is ever enough.
I can either back off and enjoy the sweet ride of this beautiful business that is unfolding before me.
Or be a dick about it.
And piss off the universe.
And then cry and moan and whinge for nothing.
I think I need to choose Option A.
Thank you universe.
You have been so kind to me, even though I’ve been such a little shit lately.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.