Merging of worlds.
When two or four become one.
My starting words just formed the premise for a porn flick. Sigh. Completely unplanned, I swear. These things just happen. And no, I’m not thinking aloud. At least I don’t think so.
I’m an ardent fan of The Voice. Wait, make that an unapologetic groupie. A groupie who’s faithfully watched all but the first two seasons of this reality show (that’s not my fault though, The Voice wasn’t broadcasted in Borneo when I lived there) and who sadly watched Nick Hagelin go home last night. I adore the guy but not for the reasons you might think. True, he’s easy on the eye, multi-talented (ex pro ballet dancer, yo) and appears to be a genuinely nice person. Besides, which woman doesn’t find a falsetto sexy on a shredded guy?
But that’s not why I’m sorry to see him go.
In the last few episodes, conversations with Nick (albeit brief) have unveiled an unusually mature and insightful soul. I’ve been consistently and pleasantly surprised by the nuggets of wisdom he articulates each time a question comes his way. Last night was no different and forms the basis for today’s post.
I N T E G R A T I O N
That’s what he talked about.
And he made so much sense. When we think personal and professional lives, most times, the conclusion is that never shall they meet, let alone mix. And why is that? Why do we feel the need to separate those two worlds? Are they really so disparate that maintaining a strict division is the only logical choice? I’m really not as convinced now.
When I started working with my husband, I was very adamant that our relationship be kept from clients and partners. For some reason, I thought it taboo to make that detail public. Four years later and thus far, only the staff and our advertising agency know that Pierluigi and I are married. He has no issues whatsoever about letting the world know we’re together. I, on the other hand, am reluctant.
I suspect it has something to do with wanting to be respected based on my own merits and not because I’m the Mrs. And you know I speak the truth. So many of us are pre-judged. Evaluated, compartmentalised and set aside even before we utter a single word. Isn’t it, therefore, rather expected that I would choose to set boundaries between what stays private and what’s made public, don’t you think?
Lately though, I’ve been wondering if all that secrecy is necessary. And when I heard what Nick said last night, it made me question my decision even more.
If I’m ever to evolve as a person, should the process not include integration? Marrying all aspects of what makes me, me? The personal. The professional. The dreamer. Weaving them into one single unit?
I hate to use the word “holistic” but I believe it behooves me to use it here and now.
Perhaps there’s something to be said about full disclosure. Strength in being multi-faceted. In having layers. It certainly does make for options when it comes to conversation starters.
Reveal all, that is?
Sidenote: in the spirit of integration, on a sartorial level, this outfit I’m wearing is a mesh of something vintage (leather patchwork clutch), something new (shoes), of something thrifted (jacket and shirt), and something gifted (ring).
p/s photos by Sofia Touassa
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