Well. My resolve to be a declutter maven didn’t last long. The same day that I was crowing about how good it felt to pass on unwanted stuff to a better home I stopped at the mall and bought myself a pair of jeans I didn’t need.
In my defense, let me explain:
I was on my way to a writing course. It’s a great course, but I tend to feel like an idiot before, during and after the class. So far I have heard that my work is off-putting, amateur, teenager-y, and lumbering. Ouch. At least I know will not have to worry about an inflated ego. I keep telling myself that feeling uncomfortable is a sign that I am getting out of my comfort zone and I will grow. Needless to say, I experience some anxiety when I am on way to class.
Last night I was early so I decided to kill some time at the mall. I tried on a pair of denim joggers, described as “A sleek denim look fused with the cozy feel of well-worn sweatpants…so you can move,dance, and live however you want!” Pretty appealing, huh? I snatched them up, minimalism be damned.
Full disclosure: I was also attracted to them because the writing instructor wore a similar pair the week before (when my work was described as prissy and judgmental). I’ll admit that I have a bit of a straight girl crush on this instructor. She’s wickedly smart, talented, assured, and sports great casual outfits fit for a published author. A part of me thought that if I had a pair of similar jean joggers I would be more assured and writerly as well.
Pathetic? Sure. Creepy, bordering on a scene from Single White Female? Perhaps.
Anyway, there you have it. I have come clean and admitted that I am not the minimalist I hope to be. I am easily thwarted but I shall carry on – while wearing denim joggers that are remarkably comfortable.