Sunday Afternoon
I’m wondering how this year will go for me. What decisions I’ll make. Which ones I’ll stand by.
I know this will be a very lively year for me. I have… plans. It’s only the 11th and I’m already gleaming with ambition. I don’t want to live this year the way I lived my priors. The thought of that alone sends my brain into a spiraling session.
Thought after thought.
I think this is the year I start making decisions and sticking to them. So much time gets wasted in the back and forth over my makeup styles, my outfits of the day, and my choices when I’m out in the wild.
Make a decision. Stick to it.
The other day, the back and forth was over an outfit that spiraled into everything else. Black leather skirt, black turtleneck, red heels and a red trench coat? Or, black cotton skirt, black turtleneck, black heels, black shawl, blue purse and scarf because my nails were blue? Do I switch the base to brown to match a black leather jacket? If I change the outfit, I have to change the jewelry. If I change the colors, I have to change my lip combo. Do I really want to redo my makeup? Or do I just give up and wear sweatpants and sneakers? If I wear sweatpants and sneakers, I’ll have to change my destination.
Decisions. Decisions.
These questions are that deep. I told myself to choose and commit.
All of my outfits look good on my body. All my makeup styles enhance my beauty. All my hairstyle frame my face the way they should.
So, I picked the first outfit: black leather skirt, black turtle neck, red trench coat and heels. I paired it a black and red lip and my constellation collection from Swarovski.
And just like that, my brain fog cleared. I stopped fighting myself. I don’t know the science behind it, but standing firm in a choice felt like a weight lifting. I want more of that. The desire to align myself with my future self instead of arguing with her. If I apply this logic everywhere, I’ll get where I’m trying to go much faster.
Moral of the story: choose, commit, and execute.
- Seven