I’m in Copenhagen! I got here a week ago, and I did manage to bring a capsule wardrobe!
When I do laundry, I’m always surprised by how much black and pink I own (white comes a close third, after pink). So now that I’ve decided to only buy secondhand clothes, I’m also going to intentionally restrict my wardrobe to a black-white-pink-gray color scheme. It’s not that hard, because those are the colors I gravitate to when shopping anyway. I’m making a couple of exceptions: blue jeans, because I love blue jeans, and red dresses, because I look amazing in a red dress.
Here’s what I brought from home!
One of my resolutions this year is to live more sustainably. That encompasses a lot of things, which has made it quite frustrating at times, especially for someone who has a rather vocal inner critic. It ranges from feeling guilty for not being more aware and intentional about my actions and habits, to berating myself for them, to downright giving up and sticking my head in the sand.
But, in the last month, I’ve been more intentional about my actions. Making the changes have been difficult for me when it comes to costs; I was raised to be frugal, so it takes a lot of willpower to pay for the more expensive product or service, given that I’m currently still hemorrhaging money towards my graduate degree while being unemployed.
Despite all that, I’ve been making progress towards living my values. Here are some of the steps I’m proud to have taken:
I’ve been chasing productions of Cinderella for about four years now.
Cinderella is by no means my favorite fairy tale (I’m not even sure I have one, tbh). There’s something quite ridiculous, demeaning, and privileged about a man who cannot remember a woman’s face and instead relies on her fitting a lost shoe (but that’s an issue for another day). After seeing eight different productions of Cinderella (and one production twice), I’ve come to appreciate the versatility of this story. All you need is a woman and the perfect pair of shoes; she can change the world, or merely be selfish and fall in love (it’s 2019, you do you).
I stopped making New Year’s resolutions a long time ago, because I could never manage to keep them. After reading much psychology, I now know that I was setting myself up for failure, by making the wrong types of resolutions. They were either too grandiose, too ambiguous, or too misaligned with my lifestyle. So here’s to trying to make the right type of New Year’s resolutions for 2019.
If you haven’t already noticed, I’m a big fan of happiness. What you might not have known is I’m also a huge fan of language. I love words and the magic they weave. Language often reveals what is important to a culture, and can be a more valuable learning experience than travel (especially if you only have time for the tourist attractions). There’s something beautiful about discovering words that exist in other languages that perfectly describe how you’re feeling. Whenever I find such a word, I feel a connection to this culture that I am not a part of and have never had the chance to encounter. Between my love for travel and my current exploration of joy, you can probably guess how excited I was when I found The Happiness Passport by Megan C. Hayes on NetGalley.