It was a winding road into the abyss on a regular Wednesday night. You know the type, a seemingly harmless scroll through Facebook that turns into a stern shaking of the head at yourself when you look up and it’s 1:33am and you don’t want to be that girl that’s exhausted at work anymore.
First it was a great rendition of ‘Hotline Bling’ by Anthony Hamilton, then news that an old acquaintance from college had just become an at-home tutor (congrats) and a childhood friend vowing to stay away from Instagram because it’s too much drama (do you girl).
And then, like always, a post from Man Repeller caught my eye.
So here I am reading about how many tabs Leandra Medine has open on her trusty Mac and she points me to a shirt on M’oda ‘Operandi, which is definitely cute and she should certainly get.
And then I get to browsing.
And I’m looking at pricey purses that have been deemed “conversation starters” and Sophie Theallet’s trunk show that’s ending in just one day! Then I’m checking out new arrivals and doing the delusional math in my head on what’s workable with my budget because the deposit on those must-have Brother Vellies shoes is onnnnnly $390!
Then it begins. The deep thinking that’s more of an indicator of the time of night than anything else. The closer I get to needing to go to sleep, the more my head gets filled to the brim with deep thoughts. So here I am, contemplating where my life is headed and how I’m going to get to the point where I’m happy, balanced, zen, producitve, positive and….able to throw a good coat and maybe a clutch in the shopping cart without breaking a sweat.
Not sure if the fact that clothing genuinely motivates me is shallow or whatever but, you’ve got to start somewhere right?
I may not have figured out my whole life, but what I do know is, that conversation starting purse? It’s a thing. It’s happening.