Reader beware, I’m spilling my guts here. I always have such a new fresh outlook with the start of every new year. I don’t like to make resolutions that I know I can’t live up to or will feel disappointment if I don’t. I like to set goals and aim to work towards them but always tell myself it’s okay if I don’t complete it 100%. It really sounds like a cop-out or something that a quitter would say but anyone who knows me well knows that I am anything but a quitter. For the greater half of last year I’ve felt very, for lack of a better word, maximal. I was so pregnant and focused on baby and nesting for baby that I forgot to nest for myself. I spent the first few months of Søren’s life in that wonderful, beautiful, joyous newborn haze. You know, that wonderful time where you still have that amazing pregnancy glow (see also: sweat) and you are so in love with your new little bundle of joy that you care nothing for the way the world perceives you? That time.
I woke up one morning and realized I hadn’t lost the baby weight and felt sad. I stumbled across a wonderful blogger (writer/mommy/designer/etc/etc/etc) and became inspired. I fell in love with all of the beautiful prints and pattern mixing that she does on a daily basis with her outfits. I was so inspired that I started to wear dots. And stripes. And stripes and dots. And dots and stripes. And hearts. And gold. And this, and that, and so on and so forth. I’ve been known to wear stripes before but I was at an all time high with my use of pattern mixing. I collected cute items for around the house as well. I felt happy about myself, but I truly wasn’t.
As the year came to a close and we were gone on our trip I took time to reflect back on what is really important to me and what my goals for earlier years were. I realized that despite my love for a minimal lifestyle, I was doing just the opposite. I was living a ‘maximal’ lifestyle. Don’t be surprised if this year I make it a point to get back to my roots. I’ll continue on our quasi Zero Waste conquest and slowly purge my closet and the rest of the house. I always felt so stress free in past times when I wasn’t surrounded by clutter and the like. I want to get back to that.