Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day – A.A. Milne
January’s got me thinking. Or perhaps rethinking I should say. Rethinking my place in this online-realm, not to mention rethinking my time in the real-world; what I’m working towards and how I’m managing my time. Goodness knows how slippery the days feel; sliding through my fingers like sand.
Sometimes I wish there was one set linear path; a line of stepping stones for me to follow. Simply one step after the next. But in my experience life just isn’t like that. It’s messy and meandering. Which can be frustrating, because meandering towards an end goal feels so much less productive or efficient than charging towards it. And well I tend to feel guilty about meandering; about taking things slow. Partly because in our our society we really value productivity. After all progress and “growth” are the founding principles of our economy; the way we function as a civilization. People who aren’t seen to be productive aren’t looked upon particularly favourably. And whilst I’m not here to knock productivity (goodness knows how wonderful a getting-all-the-shiz-done-kinda-day feels!) I would challenge that viewpoint. Because honestly I think it’s okay to meander – at whatever age or “life stage” you’re at. It’s okay to get lost along the way – it’s not a waste of time – we’re all fumbling our way through, trying to make sense of things. Whilst I might need some productive days to reach my end goal, productivity ultimately isn’t my end goal.
The best advice I was given this January was to look out the window more often. To really stop and think. Let your mind wander till it’s free of to-do lists and noise, and let go. Think of the bigger picture and get some perspective; or just daydream and let your mind be silly; play with the concepts that tumble into your head. Sometimes these moments lead to our best ideas. Sometimes they just restore some peace of mind. Either way they’re not a waste of time – not that that’s we should be losing sleep over anyway.
Now can we talk about what I’m wearing for just a mo? The way I feel about this co-ord set is akin to how I felt about PJs as a kid – can I just wear them all the time!? The set is swishy and sassy; elegant and classic. Just the right amount of vintage-styling without looking like I’m going to a fancy dress party. Admittedly I was somewhat uncertain about about the top at first; a boxy crop that cuts me off at the shoulder and hangs from my bust, is potentially going to make the rest of me appear E cup diameter. But no, it’s really quite flattering!
In fact I wore it last weekend to a wedding at Penmorvah Manor, replacing my wellies with some flat black ghillies. Although it was the wedding of dear friends – who insisted I was first and foremost a guest – I was also their photographer for the day. For such as task, this outfit was ideal. Super comfy and practical, with deep pockets that discretely hide spare batteries – not to mention a skirt that hides an ample wedding-cake-food-baby – it really was perfect for 12 hours on my feet! Now I’m jumping on any excuse to whip it out of my wardrobe. Slightly dressy pancake day anyone?