11 things I learned when I didn’t buy clothes for a year

When I bother with New Year’s resolutions they seldom last past February. But last year I made a resolution and I stuck to it. I didn’t buy a single item of clothing all year.

My overflowing wardrobe and a nagging sense of guilt about my consumerism propelled me into action. Or inaction. It was the days following the minimalist’s documentary and there was a general air of “let’s make do with less”. After what felt like constant pressure to do more, make more, be more, “less” was an attractive proposition. A way off the hamster wheel.

I committed to buying no new clothes. Shoes and accessories were okay. I also allowed myself to make clothes or receive them as gifts.

I made do with less. But it hasn’t felt like less. In fact, it’s felt like I have gained something. Read more

Reflections

I haven’t written here in a long time. I wish I could tell you I have been hurling the words at my book. But I haven’t. Work swept me up and Christmas carried me along. Writing has fallen away.

Christmas Reflections

Now, in the quiet days of nothing and all that matters in between Christmas and New Year, I have a small window to write. I thought I’d reflect on the year. All the things that have happened and where 2018 might lead.  Read more

What it feels like to be “other”

I see versions of myself reflected all around me. As a white, cisgender, straight, healthy, educated woman who chose marriage, career, house and family. I do not presently live with a visible or invisible difference. Added to that, I’m a dedicated rule-follower, colouring nearly inside the lines. Typical. Generic even.

My life has lead to very few experiences of feeling other. But I did enter that way of being after Xavier died. Read more

A Perspective. On Perspective.

Perspective - Butterfly on beach

I keep coming back to it. Perspective.

It’s a slippery thing.

After Xavier died my perspective on perspective changed. No longer a guilty reminder of my first world problems. It became a talisman. I held to the blessings, not because I felt the nagging need to be more grateful, but because they were all I had left. Read more