Well. I bet your curious now aren’t ya…
SO, I’m killing sometime in Winners the other day (just looking at all the pretty things cause my money tree seems to have withered up) and it suddenly occurs to me that I’m window shopping. By the way, who invented window shopping anyhow? It’s the most depressing and pathetic form of mentally trying (trying being the operative word here) to satisfy the desires that your wallet isn’t ‘man’ enough to bring home. I mean do people actually do this for fun? Or for happiness? Last time I checked, buying nothing never made me burst from excitement because I couldn’t wait to tell someone about my pretend experience. Yea, sorta depressing now isn’t it? And now that I mention it, you all know what I’m talking about. I can see you nodding your heads as you read this. You remember that time you were like “hey [insert best friend of all time’s name], let’s go to Holt Renfrew and try on all the goodies we’ll never wear and stare at the handsome and wealthy men that will never buy them for us” (well maybe that’s not exactly what you said) then usually about 12.5 minutes into this BRIGHT idea you turn to each other and say “eff this, let’s go get a drink”.
Do you see the problem with this picture? I mean don’t get me wrong, drinking is great and all… it makes you feel like you’re invincible, makes every idea into the worlds best invention or greatest adventure, makes total duds look like Favio and best of all when you wake up next to the Favio ripoff, drinking practically eradicates all those embarrassing moments that you’d have remembered if you weren’t drinking. So yes drinking has it’s place and time and trophies but what I’m trying to say is somehow at some point in my life when did having a good time become more important than my obsession with fashion? When did eating out and going dancing and partying like rock stars become more of a precedent than feeling good about the clothes that I’m strutting or purse than I’m wearing?
Somewhere down the line I ended up on the diet that everyone is on and nobody knows about. That diet that automatically restricts yourself from having the things that you desire, doing the things that you want and going to the places you dream of. Somewhere down the line I ended up trading my closet for a cinnamon chile rubbed maple syrup chipotle glaze black pepper flank steak and pommes frites with a bottle of a 2009 Monte Alpha Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon…. but it was so delectably good I will never and I mean NEVER regret it. Right Sarah Massie? Leah Gardner? I swear this meal is better than sex, I think it even made me cry..? ANYWAYS, we’re getting off track here… the point I’m making is that somehow my priorities shifted. I put more importance on dining out with friends and having a rip roaring good time than I do with what I wear. This has just recently dawned on me since for some reason I can’t seem to fit into any of my awesome clothes…it’s almost as if my stretchy leggings don’t have any more stretch *shows unimpressed glare*…
But that’s besides the point. I want to get back to the days where I bought clothes and shoes when I felt magnetically drawn to them and then still had money left over in the bank to go out for an appy and ONE grossly over priced but magically delicious martini. But alas, when things taste that good it’s nearly impossible to stop – seems even silly that you’d want to. So does this mean I’m a glutton and have drinking problem? Probably. Am I going stop enjoying eating out and enjoying my girl time? Probably not. Am I going to take a seriously long look at adjusting this said “diet” so that I can maybe enjoy the best of both words? Me thinks, yes.
What am I getting at here? Well, my “diet” seems to restrict me from buying the fashion that belongs in my closet… what is your “diet”? What is it in your life that is preventing you from doing, achieving or being the person you want? If you don’t immediately know the answer to that, then you need to do some serious meditation cause everyone knows (deep down inside) what the road block is or might be when it comes to want they really desire. Sometimes it’s just a matter of asking someone their opinion on what they think you’re missing or doing wrong and sometimes it’s just a matter of simply evaluating where you spend all your time or money. But whatever it may be, figure it out and do it fast otherwise you’re “diet” is going to have you end up wasting [something] away.
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