With the end of an old year and the beginning of a new, reflections often come hard and fast. The end of 2020 was certainly no exception. Rather than resolve to be less — to drink less, to weigh less, to take up less space — I’d like this year to be a year of more. And instead of a list of resolutions that will make me feel defeated before I begin, I like the idea of choosing a word for the year that I can grow with. I thought a lot about what I’d like my word for this year to be, and although I kept circling for something big and dynamic or profound (?), I returned to something simple over and over: rest. My personal word for 2021 will be rest. As I have delved into myself over the past year, I’ve realized I can’t seem to allow myself to truly rest. To just be. Any rest time I have, I have been consciously or unconsciously “recharging my batteries” for something. I have been focused on the need to be productive again, rather than the rest itself. Readying myself for the next slog instead of actually enjoying my downtime. What an intense epiphany.
I am goal-oriented, highly motivated, and am a relentless perfectionist have high expectations for myself, so I suppose this should not come as a total surprise. But to be 100% honest? This realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Have I really gone 38+ years without allowing myself to truly rest? No wonder I am always. so. tired. Rest for me comes with the expectation that I will soon be able to resume some kind of output, some kind of productivity, some kind of movement forward, always. And guilt comes with inaction for me, also always. Can I truly rest if I am feeling guilty about it the entire time? Turns out, the answer is “no.” Shocker, amirite?
So, perhaps my word isn’t so simple after all. Perhaps grappling with personal expectations, productivity, relaxation, downtime, self, and rest will be a complex journey. And perhaps… perhaps that is the best kind of journey. Cheers to more in 2021 instead of less — more love, more joy, more freedom, and more rest. I’m rooting for me, and I’m rooting for you, too.
Happy new year! The start of a new year always feels fresh to me, and I’ve got classics on my mind for looks that are clean-clean-clean after all the excess of the holidays.
Leave it to J. Crew to make the perfect tan blazer. I’m planning to wear this for years. Paired with a chambray shirt and black denim? Yes and please. Jeans and a graphic tee? Perfection. Pencil skirt and blouse? Of course! I could go on and on.
Other items in my wardrobe may come and go, but my striped tees are forever staples. Universal Standard’s Peruvian cotton has a wonderful drape, so I am thrilled to add this one to my rotation.
I got a third hole pierced in each ear just before Christmas and I couldn’t be happier about it — I’ve been having tons of fun mixing and matching my earrings ever since. Huggie-style hoops are having a huge moment right now, and these feel perfectly classic to me. These sweet pink ones are adorable as well.
Speaking of perfection, this cardigan is it. Super soft, lightweight yet plenty warm, flattering cut, and a beautiful navy hue so you can pair it with anything.
This perhaps falls into the huge-organizational-nerd category, but because it isn’t the new year without some sort of attempt to streamline things, I picked up a pack of these translucent amber bottles for our shower. Goodbye, loud mismash of brightly-colored labels. Hello, calm apothecary shower experience. *hearteyes*
I don’t feel like I need a new me for the new year per se, but fresh clean and classic? I’m all in.
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Happy new year, and welcome to 2019! It seems we all have resolutions at the beginning of January, and one by one we let them fall by the wayside, with varying levels of guilt. In the past few years I’ve decided to forego resolutions for that very reason. Inevitably I find myself in a contemplative and reflective mood as the year closes, though, so instead of resolutions, I like to think about intentions for the year ahead.
This year, self-love is (again) on my mind. I’m still mulling over how I can best take care of myself this year, but on New Year’s Eve I had the not-groundbreaking but also personally startling realization that maybe, just maybe, it is less about “fixing” and more about acceptance. I tend to wonder what is wrong with me, and then set about trying to fix it. Perhaps the key is not to fix, but to be still, accept, sit with, and be. Rather than railing against my restless spirit and striving for an ever-elusive contentment, perhaps I can acknowledge that as part of my nature. Perhaps contentment is less a state of being to be achieved, and more about enjoying snippets of joy and happiness as they are found, and made, and stumbled upon.
Wishing you joy in this new year, in whatever form it takes!