Growing up, I'd watch my mom go through her elegant ritual of making tea from loose tea leaves. She has a bone chine tea set that she inherited from Aunt Faye...complete with a sterling silver tea ball. The delicate cups had tiny handles you could barely get a finger through and the edges were rimmed in ornate ruffles edged in real gold paint
For the last decade or so, I have avoided the parts of myself that I knew would have the biggest impact on my self-identity if there wasn't some sort of complete and polar opposite outcome in the end. In essence...I have made it a daily habit to avoid success because I am terrified of failure.
Every candle scent I develop is a way for me to capture a moment in my own rich history + unpack the experience to embrace the lessons it taught me. Sometimes, they are born from stories that I've told around the table a million times....others are moments that I've never shared with anyone.