Diary of an Underwear Dream (Chapter 2) That night in 1995, after a migraine, some tears, and way too many Milano cookies, I picked up my journal—the same one I hadn’t touched since my summer in Florence. At first, I just spewed everything onto the page—how lost I felt, how none of it made sense. But somewhere between the scribbles and the exhaustion, the real questions started to emerge: Why did I feel so whole in that dream but so empty in my real life? What was I even chasing? And was it ever really mine to begin with? And then, something shifted. For the first time, I let myself believe that the version of me in that dream—the confident, creative, heart-led version—wasn’t just an illusion. She was possible. I didn’t know how to reach her yet, but I knew this: the answers weren’t waiting for me in another checked-off accomplishment. They were inside me, waiting to be uncovered. And for the first time, I was ready to stop chasing and start looking. #DiaryOfAnUnderwearDream #FounderStories