If you are reading my blog, you probably, like me, enjoy reading about other blogger’s thought processes when deciding what to wear. It helps me think in new ways about my own style.
What I’ve noticed is that I think much differently than I used to (in my 20s). When I look back at my old shopping habits, it is astonishing how little thought I put into how I spent. In my late 20s- early 30s, I slowly dug my way out of debt. Part of my debt was due to being in school for so long, but a big part was also due to my terrible shopping habits. I was spending a little each time, and spending a lot overall. I ended up with a closet full of clothes that was frustrating and didn’t last the test of time.
I didn’t really start to think about my shopping habits until I started reading about how other bloggers shopped. In this post, I want to share a story about my old shopping habits; not to beat up on myself but to simply reflect on how I learned valuable lessons that allowed me to be more free to be me.
Four years ago, I transitioned from spending most of my time in the classroom to spending most of my time at work in a professional environment with certain rules and expectations of what I should wear. To prepare, I went on a one day shopping trip into Manhattan, and chose Uniqlo as my one stop shopping destination. I found a shirt that looked like it matched the ideal standard professional long sleeved button up shirt in my mind, felt the price was right and then bought it in 5 different colors. I did the same for work pants. I spent about $300 for a full week of outfits. Success right? Nope!
I never actually wore these shirts. It wasn’t me. I hadn’t asked myself, would I actually wear this? Does this shirt feel like Me? Am I naturally drawn to this style? Does every part of my body feel comfortable in this outfit? I wasn’t mindful of what I wanted and then like I was on autopilot, I didn’t wear these shirts and I didn’t reflect on why. It was a mistake and I kept making similar mistakes until I started actually thinking about what I truly wanted. These shirts collected dust because they didn’t speak to my core self. They weren’t really Me. They were reflective of some ideal professional woman that I imagined I would become, and not reflective of who I was in that moment.
So last year, I finally donated these shirts to Goodwill and felt a little bit lighter and more free to be me. Have you experienced something similar? Would love to hear your thoughts.
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