Thursday, 19 January 2017

A Birthday, Some Resolutions, And A Newfound Embroidery Obsession






 Outfit Details:
Blouse: thrifted, embroidery by yours truly :)
Pants: thrifted
Earrings, ear cuff: Les Art Plastiques
Loafers: thrifted

If there’s one thing I rather fancy about my January birthday, it’s that for all intents and purposes, I have my own personal New Year.

While I make many of my resolutions/goals/general ambitions on New Year’s, it’s on my birthday that the year truly seems to draw to a close. It’s when I do the most of my retrospective pondering on the previous year, when I feel more inspired to grow.
You see, January 1st is when we celebrate a new year, but January 18th is when I celebrate a new person.

But whatever the day—whatever the occasion! —January is the month when we decide who we want to be for the next year of our life.

We decide we’ll be a healthy person, an active person, a creative person, or an organized person. We may resolve that this will be the year we dye our hair that shocking shade of orange, or go gluten free, or pick up the ukulele.

And so, when I woke up on the morning of my birthday, I began to ask myself what quality I wanted to be defined by in the upcoming year. Being singularly groggy—as one generally is, post-dreamland—I found that I did not, at that moment, have the mental capacity to answer my own question.

Actually, I rolled over and went back to sleep.

But in the meantime, I’ve given it some thought. I have sketched, if you will, a portrait of the person I want to be.

i.                    Head, the knowledge I want to acquire:
Psychology. The human mind holds such deep intrigue for me. I want to delve deeper into this, to see what is to be learned, to better understand my fellow humans. Philosophy. Art. Theology. Rhetoric.

ii.                  Eyes, the things I want to see:
Mountain sunrises. Those old friends I haven’t seen in eons. A performance of a Shakespeare play. 

iii.                Mouth, the words I want to write/speak:
Those three stories—one midway, one begun, one finished but in need of work. That children’s book about mermaids that I’ve wanted to write since I was eight. More blog posts. More essays on my observations on life.

iv.                Hands, the projects I want to make
That little red riding hood cloak for a certain munchkin that I adore. Embroidery on everything. Painting—truly painting, not just with words as my medium.

v.                  Feet, the places I want to go:
Italy—Siena, Rome, Assisi, Verona, The Cinque Terra. England, France. Another whirlwind trip to Disneyland—a girl can dream! Road trips to all of the places I love & miss. (Drumheller, I’m coming for you.)

vi.                Heart, the areas I want to strengthen:
In the words of the dear, imaginative Catherynne Valente, “...as you get older, your courage attracts gunk, and crusty things, and dirt, and fear, and knowing how bad things can get and what pain feels like. By the time you’re half-grown, your courage barely moves at all, it’s so grunged up with living. So every once in awhile, you have to scrub it up and get the works going, or else you’ll never be brave again.” 
So, courage it is. Bravery, boldness, whatever you wish to call it—in every area of my life, for it is certainly something that applies to many aspects of living. To be brave in opinion, in speech. To be confidant in the way I look and act. To be bold in being the person I was meant to be.

Happy New Year, friends. The road goes ever on. 

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