I haven't written much of anything in what feels like forever. I get into writing ruts sometimes and always try and make myself feel better by saying that only true writers experience true writer's block. I think I get lazy, in truth. I think I get sick of living my own life for a while, and so I immerse myself in the lives of others to escape. By this, I mean I watch a lot of YouTube and Netflix. It’s funny, now, as I sit here with a thoroughly puffy, I’m assuming red face, that the sadness of another with whom I was totally immersed has lead me to the inspiration to pick up my laptop and do exactly what I was avoiding. How sappy I sound. Or perhaps merely sentimental, just like the person I’m referring to.
I just finished watching the series finale of How I met Your Mother, and yes, I understand now why people we’re disappointed in the ending. And yes, I realize that most of you might discredit me for my clear obsession with sitcoms, but regardless, it made me cry. Weep, you could say. My sadness was not because of the tragic death of the mother (albeit, a slightly morbid ending to a lighthearted show), but rather the fact that it was, as Monica would say, the end of an era (yes, even under these circumstances I will quote Friends). What moves me to tears is the thought of things ending. Chapters closing and saying goodbye. It brings back memories of my drama days, how the cast would ball after the last show every year. Or to my very last "year end" dance show spent in a theater I’d lived in for over a decade. It makes me dread the day I’ll graduate from college and say "so long" to the laughter and complaining we filled those classrooms with. But doesn’t everyone feel like this sometimes, especially when they inevitably tear up during the last episode of a sitcom that ran for more than five seasons? Perhaps not, but you get where I’m coming from.
What does any of this have to do with leopard print pants and attempted "bad-assery” of the photos before you? Well, this shoot was done months ago, when I was in a different head space (and hair length) than now. I only just got access to the photos a few days ago and my current frame of mind, which has felt discouraged and uninspired, was suddenly reminded that mere months ago I was striking poses without a care in the world. This past summer all I thought about was fashion and the future, but since that first day of classes I have had little time to even consider thinking about those things. When I get to a point where I’m too exhausted to care what I put on my body, I classify that as a dangerous place to be. Even though I’m still living in jeans and sweaters since making this discovery, a light has begun to illuminate my foggy brain, and I have fashion, and my past self in a pair of leopard print pants to blame. Maybe the average reader of this post will take away some style ideas and the desire to buy patterned pants. But to you, the not so average reader, this post can be treated as a wake up call. Are you also experiencing the turmoil of brain fog? I’m sure the answer is yes for some of you, and for the one’s who are incredibly inspired at the moment, GOOD FOR YOU (not at all sarcastic, I swear). Let the memory of your past self ignite the little gremlin inside that makes you want to get up earlier, take more yoga classes, scroll meaningfully, wear bold prints, and never take no for an answer.
What you see in this post:
Top - Topshop
Pants - KateSpade
Sneakers - Kendall & Kylie
Thanks for reading.
- Emily
I just finished watching the series finale of How I met Your Mother, and yes, I understand now why people we’re disappointed in the ending. And yes, I realize that most of you might discredit me for my clear obsession with sitcoms, but regardless, it made me cry. Weep, you could say. My sadness was not because of the tragic death of the mother (albeit, a slightly morbid ending to a lighthearted show), but rather the fact that it was, as Monica would say, the end of an era (yes, even under these circumstances I will quote Friends). What moves me to tears is the thought of things ending. Chapters closing and saying goodbye. It brings back memories of my drama days, how the cast would ball after the last show every year. Or to my very last "year end" dance show spent in a theater I’d lived in for over a decade. It makes me dread the day I’ll graduate from college and say "so long" to the laughter and complaining we filled those classrooms with. But doesn’t everyone feel like this sometimes, especially when they inevitably tear up during the last episode of a sitcom that ran for more than five seasons? Perhaps not, but you get where I’m coming from.
What does any of this have to do with leopard print pants and attempted "bad-assery” of the photos before you? Well, this shoot was done months ago, when I was in a different head space (and hair length) than now. I only just got access to the photos a few days ago and my current frame of mind, which has felt discouraged and uninspired, was suddenly reminded that mere months ago I was striking poses without a care in the world. This past summer all I thought about was fashion and the future, but since that first day of classes I have had little time to even consider thinking about those things. When I get to a point where I’m too exhausted to care what I put on my body, I classify that as a dangerous place to be. Even though I’m still living in jeans and sweaters since making this discovery, a light has begun to illuminate my foggy brain, and I have fashion, and my past self in a pair of leopard print pants to blame. Maybe the average reader of this post will take away some style ideas and the desire to buy patterned pants. But to you, the not so average reader, this post can be treated as a wake up call. Are you also experiencing the turmoil of brain fog? I’m sure the answer is yes for some of you, and for the one’s who are incredibly inspired at the moment, GOOD FOR YOU (not at all sarcastic, I swear). Let the memory of your past self ignite the little gremlin inside that makes you want to get up earlier, take more yoga classes, scroll meaningfully, wear bold prints, and never take no for an answer.
What you see in this post:
Top - Topshop
Pants - KateSpade
Sneakers - Kendall & Kylie
Thanks for reading.
- Emily
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