Psychologically I feel inclined to jump to brash conclusions as soon as a strong breeze whisks fine, cold dew across my skin. The temperature drops and suddenly my closet devours all the perfectly warm, yet lightweight hooded jackets I thought I had stashed away for safe keeping. Of course my instinct takes me aback as I feel the gravitational pull of my wallet in the same way a single acorn sings like a siren to a squirrel from the other side of a treacherous intersection. “Go on, you can buy just one more and you’ll be so toasty warm, so fulfilled,” they tend to say, cajolingly. In this instance I am tempted, but only one month into this Great American Apparel Diet I refuse ruefully. Instead I move on seamlessly, spelunking through the depths of my closet once again, this time pulling a hearty ivory cardigan deep from within the shadows. “This will do,” I rationalize and continue to flatter my indulgent notions of self-control, mindfulness, and sustainability. After all, there is no value in deprivation, so I fill the space that once held a passion for fashion alternatively, with integrity and a sense of accomplishment, sliding the door closed behind me and feeling complete.
We have all been there, learning to reorganize and balance our desires and impulsive reactions, I rest assured.
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Tabatha, this is poetry worthy! You are a beautiful writer. Love this!
I love your post! Who knew such beautiful poetry could be born from the impulse to buy a piece of warm clothing!
I’m so pleased to get compliments from you both. It is much appreciated
your post is beautiful! i came across this website from good morning america’s website and started skimming through posts. yours is most definitely my favorite! the way you write is amazing! it is so easy to relate to and so clever :] also, good job and good luck with your journey! i look forward to reading more of your entries!