From Fashion Designer to Philosopher
Joy follows you like a shadow when you are your authentic self.
When I was in my early twenties, I lived in the party capital of Australia: the Gold Coast in Queensland. It was the eighties, I was a fashion designer, and for me, another night meant another party!
In those days, it was all about glamour. The more glamorous you were and the more glitter you had, the better off and happier you’d be. At least, that’s what everybody told me.
And while I wasn’t really into any of it, I was more down-to-earth than that; I was misguided into false illusions of happiness. I was led to believe that succeeding as a fashion designer would make me happy and give me the life that dreams were made of, but nothing could have been further from the truth.
The only thing I succeeded in achieving was living a counterfeit life. On the surface, I was all smiles and shiny—everyone thought my life was perfect—but underneath the facade, I was miserable.
