LEATHER PANTS / SHOES (J.Crew) / SWEATER / HANDBAG / SHADES
This outfit might just be another fail. I love the pants and love the sweater but the combo is risky. I like someone as flatchested as me wearing clothes that look like I'm drowning in them- it makes me feel dainty, and not as badass and hardened as I tend to be. Like I would never push you out the way to open my own door...! Oh Well. Let's just say with this blogging I've learned to take risks over and over again and embrace the afterthoughts and failures. (I've written about this before but clearly I am still learning from this...!)
I love learning from success, but learning from failures really sucks. It's a stronger lesson and it fascinates me to no end. I also love watching others follow their dreams and goals. I have a girlfriend in Texas who is so crazy-talented; she is starting to firm up the plan for her store and blog. So we have been prodding each other and cheering each other on. If this blog ends up being a total failure (like this outfit, ahem) then what I've learned about myself will have been worth it. Me cheering her on, and what she's learned about our friendship, will have been worth it.
"Do something Once A Day That Scares You."
So much easier said than done, but when we do, we learn more about ourselves, our families, our friends than we ever would have had we stayed in our comfort zones. That's NYC for you. Every transplant here: They moved despite their mothers' worries and their ease of life elsewhere. They gave up cars, Target, boredom, a slow rhythm and an expected paycheck just to answer in their minds the question, "What IF...?
Jason and I turned our back on a lot when we chose to move here. But we went into this decision to downsize and up-stress with our eyes wide open. My mother worried about a yard for the kids. My sister worried about my sanity. My dad worried about our financials. We ourselves just watched and waited. But after all the millions of ups and downs, downs and downs and downs and ups, we stopped worrying about failure. I remember one night I said to him, "Hon, if we're going down, it's going to be in flames." Go big or go home, I guess. Except we're 'home' here now. (to be continued...)
Risk big, so you can fail big and fail hard- So that you can't recognize yourself from when you started. That way when you get back up again, you'll have a clean slate from which to work. Thought processes and expectations will be long gone and you just might live life more alive, more present, more grateful for what it took to get you exactly where you are right this minute. Then go for it again.
You can open your own damn door.
