Rosa’s leap

I thought I knew who you were: a charismatic and convinced pharmacist.

I went to work every day, to the pharmacy, with a smile on my face, ready to listen to my customers. After all, I had studied a lot to carry out this job, which guaranteed me solid economic security. I had obtained the much desired “permanent contract”.

But, before falling asleep in the evening, I felt a strange feeling near my chest, a silent pain, which didn’t make me sleep, so I began to think that I was ill. While I was half asleep my mind fantasized about being in a market of precious fabrics, with my hands I could feel the softness of the fabrics… the scent they emanated… I chose many types and colors, and strangely that pain in the chest subsided, until to disappear.

“Mrs. Rosa, from a clinical point of view there’s nothing to your heart, it‘s healthy. Maybe there is something that worries you? It’s just a little anxious, I guess”

Upon leaving the doctor’s office, I thought back to the doctor’s words and realized that I was wearing the wrong lab coat. I didn’t want to be a pharmacist, but I wanted to work in fashion and become a stylist. I had repented because I had not immediately listened to my heart, which was now knocking hard to reveal who I was.

But if I had listened to it, I would have had to give up all that I believed were my confidences, in exchange for total darkness. Yes, it would have been a real leap into the void… it was crazy. Or was it bravery?!

“Welcome to Rosa’s Atelier, repentant pharmacist, stylist by vocation.”

The garments I make speak of me, but also of all of you, who struggle to flourish every day in your best dress, with courage and a pinch of healthy madness.

That emptiness, which scares us so much, is nothing more than a space to be filled.

I’ll put up the cloth in there, are you ready to set up?