The Numerologist Told Me My Life Would Change: Not A Fashion Post, Vol IV

A few weeks ago at dinner my friend Alissa and I accidentally fell into one of those conversations where you start by ordering drinks and end up doing a full life inventory.

You know the kind. Career war stories, existential spirals, and the strange emotional gymnastics required to be a parent, be creative, and survive Los Angeles at the same time.

Our husbands were there, but at some point it turned into the two of us trading stories about the moments when you feel… blocked. Not just creatively, but existentially blocked. When you know you’re not exactly where you’re supposed to be, but you also can’t quite see where you’re going next.

And when that happens, everyone has their thing.

Some people go to therapy.
Some people go to the gym.
Some people see psychics.
Some people start The Artist’s Way.
Some people isolate in their house and avoid all human contact until they crawl out of whatever weird mental cave they’ve been living in.

No judgment. I’ve done almost all of the above, multiple times in my life.

At one point during dinner, I told Alissa about something that happened last year. I had gone to see a numerologist. Which, I realize, sounds like something someone in Los Angeles would say right before recommending a specific type of plant healer.

But at the time my life actually felt pretty untethered. I had spent most of my adult life moving fast. Working, building, creating. Suddenly I was in this strange pause where I couldn’t tell if I was resting or drifting.

I had stepped away from styling.
I had stopped working on Kit Undergarments.
I was slowly moving into interior design, but I still felt the pull to stay in fashion.
And underneath all of that was the quiet voice of imposter syndrome asking if maybe I had already done the best work I was ever going to do.

Which is a terrifying thought when you’re someone who has always defined yourself by what you make.

I had spent so many years building one creative life that I didn’t quite know what it meant to let it evolve into another.
Not disappear. Just shift.

You know. Just light casual thoughts.

During that session the numerologist told me something that really stuck.

She said that over the next two to three years my life would begin moving in a new direction. Even if I didn’t have clarity yet, she said I should trust that opportunities would show up that would redirect me toward a new, powerful chapter in my career.

She told me to use the rest of that year to streamline my life.
To rest.
To heal.
To work on my partnerships, both in my family and in business.

She also said she believed I would carry out remarkable creative initiatives and bring a lot of joy and purpose into the world.

Which, honestly, was exactly the kind of pep talk I needed at that moment.

Because when you’re in that weird in-between phase of your life, you’ll take guidance wherever you can get it.

Therapy.
Astrology.
A long walk.
Or a woman with a chart and a calculator.

When Alissa asked me a question across the table, I actually paused for a second.

She said, “Do you think those things are happening now because the numbers actually dictate what’s going to happen in your life… or because she said it, you believed it, and then you made it happen?”

I thought about it for a second and said the only answer that felt honest.

I don’t think it matters.

Something unlocked for me at the end of last year.
I rested. I recalibrated. And slowly, almost quietly, opportunities started to come my way again.

Maybe it was written in my chart.
Maybe hearing someone say it gave me permission to believe in myself again.
Maybe it simply gave me enough hope to stay curious and keep saying yes when opportunities started appearing.

But either way, things started moving.
And when I look at my life now, it does feel like something new quietly began.

And the more I thought about it after dinner, the more I realized we’re all basically doing this in different ways, searching for the thing that unlocks the door when we feel stuck.

Sometimes it’s therapy.
Sometimes it’s a book.
Sometimes it’s a conversation with a friend.
Sometimes it’s a psychic.
Sometimes it’s an art class.

Sometimes it’s just someone looking at you and saying, you’re not done yet. There’s still so much more to go.

Maybe it’s fate.
Maybe it’s belief.
Maybe it’s just the hope you needed at the right moment.

Either way, something unlocks.

And now I’m curious, what’s been the unlock for you?

xo,

Simone