the capsule {wardrobe} l i f e.

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I have always found the idea of a capsule wardrobe to be appealing. 

I am one of those people who never feels like they have anything to wear.
Even among a sea of perfectly
curated clothing. 

I guess it is more the paradox of choice.

Too many choices weighs you down. Down to the point of feeling empty.
Like you have nothing
even when everything is staring you right in the face. 

A capsule wardrobe eliminates choice. 

Not completely.
Just the endless choice that debilitates us as we stand wide eyed and empty
into the all consuming dark pit
of our closets. 

I have a tendency to fill my closet up.

Fill it up with things I only
half enjoy.

A sale dress from that boutique I really can't afford.
3 t-shirts, a bathing suit cover up, and new sandals
from a Target
binge
{therapy} session. 

It is as if the act of filling it up
is supposed to
make me feel whole. Put together.

Not. A. Single. Piece. Missing.
Or out of place. 

But really a full closet of only half loved things, leaves you right back where you started -

naked and empty. 


What appeals to me most about a capsule wardrobe is the idea of
subtraction. 

The idea of removing everything mindless and
unnecessary. 

Leaving you with only the things you love. 

Only what you love. 
That is all that remains. 


Can we apply this same idea to life?

Subtracting the unnecessary. 

Leaving us with only
the things we love?

Because doesn't a space only partially full
of things we love

feel fuller

than a space filled up
with things we hardly like?


 

 

 

 

my eulogy: the sometimes moments of joy

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Recently someone asked me a question. And it isn't a question I haven't heard before - and honestly not something I haven't thought about. The question....

{what do you want your eulogy to read}

This question came about from a discussion on fulfillment. {how do you feel fulfilled} 

Because fulfillment cannot be measured. 

even though we try...

We measure life's fulfillment by wealth, success, things. As if everyone can find a fulfilled life by checking off the boxes on the same simple to-do list. 

But the reality is that fulfillment can only be found from within. 

Fulfillment is a self journey. And no one persons path to fulfillment will look the same. We all have different values that drive our life forward, and that root us to this world. 

But for many...they may not realize this until it is too late. 

When I first started thinking about this question - I found myself falling into the same trap. What would my career look life? What success would I have? What would I leave behind? 

And my eulogy started out quite long. A lovely essay of all I was to live, accomplish, and change in our world. 

But then I caught myself. Was that all my life was to amount to? A list of accomplishments, accolades, and successes? 

There had to be something more, something bigger worth fighting for. 

And that is not to say that the change and love I wanted to shower throughout my life time wasn't important. But it wasn't going to make or break a life well lived. I was just creating my own checklist to start ticking off. 

So I started cutting out the things that didn't really matter.

And my eulogy whittled down to one. simple. phrase. 

I know what you may be thinking - How can you encompass an entire life into one sentence? Don't you want more than that? Don't you want to be remembered for more?   

But I realized that that was the problem. We always want more.

And today, I choose to see that life is about so much less. It is about the small moments. The simple successes. The pockets of time we steal to just live and love those around us. 

And because of that...

My eulogy will someday read...

"She lived a life full of joy, and helped everyone she came in contact with do the same."

Because in the end, there will never be enough.
Enough money.
Enough success. 
Enough recognition. 
And above all else...
Enough time. 

and in the time I have...however long that may be. I want to seek one simple thing...

joy. 

and in every moment that I manage to find it...

I want to give it away to everyone around me

because at the end of my life...nothing else is really going to matter

except for those
sometimes simple, sometimes complex
sometimes quiet, sometimes loud
sometimes calm, sometimes exuberant
sometimes personal, sometimes shared

sometimes moments

of joy.