One of the other things that I really want to accomplish this year is to stop apologizing. It's not that I don't think my opinions, beliefs and actions are invalid so much as I don't like to offend people or prosthelytize. There's a reason we don't all think the same way. Regardless, I'd prefer to have discussions or lead through example. I've been working on it.
Today was less than exciting, I cleaned out the bedroom closet, and mended a huge stack of clothes that had taken over a corner of my bedroom. Fascinating stuff there. Apparently, about 15 years ago, I was awash in beige. Or olive green. Perhaps the occasional washed out blue that no one notices. Even the multi-coloured clothes were pastel. I remember being pastel. I was surrounded by loud jewel-toned people. I thought being pastel gave depth to the view.
Funny thing about colours. They can change your mood. Feeling blah? Throw on a red shirt. Or neon yellow. How about bright orange? My closet looks a bit more Benetton now. It's odd that I'm still wearing a blouse I wore thirty years ago but cannot fit into one that's only two years old. Clothes, and styles, are so different now. I'm irritated that I donated a hat to Goodwill on the last purge simply because I hadn't worn it in ten years. I want to wear it now. I'm in that style in this moment. Plus, I have such great memories of buying that hat in a shop in Charlottetown and my grandma giving me grief for wasting my money. I told her it reminded me of her father's driving cap. She still thought I was wasteful but had good taste.
I'm in a bit of quiet time at home while my brain sorts out new patterns and behaviours. They're not quite set enough to take out for a spin in the world so I putter here in the meantime. It's the beginning of February and I've been quite productive so far. I'll endeavour to get over here more often.
What have you been up to?
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