I have been thinking a lot lately about how fluid the journey of style can be. There are, of course, the rare few who instinctively know their style by age 9, and never waiver throughout their whole lives (I know exactly one person like this) but based on what I have gathered from my own pilgrimage, as well as everything I have read on this forum, it truly seems to be a winding path of surprises and adventures. I think that I like that - except when I am questioning everything I own and have ever worn. The hardest thing for me has been how to reconcile a firm belief that certain things were absolutely "me" at one time (even last week) with the fact that they now (often quite suddenly) are not. Changing body sizes, aging, life situations and fluctuating energy levels all seem to mean that defining "my style" often feels like scooping water out of the ocean with a mesh strainer! Just in the past several weeks, I have started questioning EVERYTHING. Simply because I love that, is it right for me now? Just because this has never worked for me before, does it mean that it can't be fabulous on me now? Does the fact that this doesn't fit with where my style is going now mean that it wasn't "me" over the past months/years/lifetime? This unyielding barrage of pointed questions has forced me think outside of my own self inflicted box. The biggest surprise of all was discovering that my confidence in who I am and what "works" for me is the very thing that is holding me hostage from the freedom to change. The fact of the matter is that right now at 41, I don't want to be who I was at 30 or 21. And when I am 61, I sure hope that I won't be stubbornly clinging to a set of self imposed rules that made me feel fantastic in my 40's. That is what I admire so much about the ladies in this forum - you question, experiment, play, laugh, cry, encourage and ultimately embrace your own unique styles... And embrace each other along the way. This is truly a special place to learn and grow in.