‘My year of not buying (cough*trying not to buy*cough) any new clothes has reached its end on the 1st of October. I know, you can’t say I’m timely in my reporting back. I can’t blame it on the fact that I have fallen short of my resolutions few times during the year. I can’t say that I didn’t learn a thing or two along the way either. So, here we go. A report of a sort on my failings and findings.’
The paragraph above was how I started writing about my challenge. I then went on to say what tripped me along the way (hello, perfect leopard print boots that are made for walking, and dancing all night!), how charity shops are not that great in Dublin, blah blah blah.
I couldn’t publish it. For a bit I thought that it’s because I didn’t want to admit to what has tripped me up, to failing. I soon have realized that it’s not the case. Deep breath – it’s because I didn’t really exert myself. Once it was over, I looked back and saw that I didn’t try too hard to make my challenge a successful one. Half arsed attempt, really. While charity shops might not be the best in Dublin, did I push myself to find better ones amongst the lot? Nope. Could I have resisted most of the purchases I made during my year? Most certainly. Did I borrow a single piece from my friends? Once again that’s a no. It’s much easier to fall short of your goal than to admit to yourself and the world that you haven’t tried hard enough.
Well, onwards an upward. This is just the beginning of the journey, not the end. That’s the thing with challenges. I might have fallen short of my goal with this one, but I did learn a few things about myself, my buying habits, and my wardrobe in a process. And with that I can take it a step further tomorrow, next week and, indeed, next year.
Happy New Year, lovelies. May 2018 be brighter, happier and greener for all of us!