Update 3/29/17

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The view of Bellingham Bay from the University.

So I’ve been a little absent lately, but nevertheless I have been busy. Since I’ve last posted, I have finished my last quarter at Walla Walla University and have transferred to my new university. (And done a whole of other things in between…) That whole process involved moving from Walla Walla to home to Bellingham. It has been a stressful couple of weeks, but ultimately I know that I am doing the right thing. Transferring to Western is one of the best choices that I have made for myself in awhile, despite the fact that I am starting over completely.

It is scary to go where not many people go. I came from a conservative private school and not many people attended public universities. I am one of the very few from my class that branched out and even so, it took me two quarters at the wrong university to figure out that I wanted something different. I’ve not even been here a week and I am already loving it. It is scary as hell, I know like 3 people and they are all upperclassmen. Then there is me… a lowly freshman who tends to get lost every 3 seconds. But despite being friendless, lost, and very confused, I know that this is the right place for me.

I am slowly transitioning (…or maybe not so slowly) into the person I’ve always wanted to be, but never felt that I could be.

At my previous university I was required to have a mentor who was overly religious and quite judgmental of my choices. Our last meeting ended in an explosion of her passive aggressively disproving of my life and not understanding my choice. Fast forward to my first day here and I was getting my ears pierced and my brother and I came up with a great idea of writing a blog called A Letter to My Mentor. And although I won’t make a whole new blog, I am thinking of posting about my life here in bellingham in a series called A Letter to My Mentor. And if I keep it up, it will be a really nice way to look back on this big, exciting, and important part of my life.

So right now that is me. I can’t promise consistent posts, as I am still getting settled, but I hope that soon I can get back to regular posts.

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Learning to Love What I Own

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A couple days after I cleaned out my closet at home.
I spend years with a closet full of clothes and a desire to keep buying more, yet simultaneously feeling like I had nothing to wear to everyday. Last year I bought a book by Mari Kondo, The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. After reading it, I got rid of some clothes and other possessions, but I still couldn’t get rid of somethings even if they didn’t bring me any joy. I spend another fall buying more clothes for my first quarter in college. I always felt like I had a lot of clothes, but I was in for a surprise when I met my roommate. There is no judgement here, but she had considerably more clothes than I did. This made me feel somewhat better, but I was still struggling to get ready in the morning, and I wasn’t loving what I came up with either.

Fast forward to christmas break, I was surfing through Netflix looking for something to watch while I was knitting. I remembered bookmarking a documentary called The True Cost awhile ago and so I decided to finally watch it. Upon finishing it, I felt completely different. All of the sudden I had no desire to go out and purchase more clothes or shop at stores that support fast fashion. The documentary had gotten me on a roll and I started watching Youtube videos about sustainable fashion. After a couple of days, I decided that I didn’t want to buy anything new that would support fast fashion. But I didn’t stop there, it was another day and I was searching for an another documentary. This time I stumbled upon one about minimalism. After finishing it, I felt ready to make some big changes. I started with my old room at home and started getting rid of things that no longer brought me joy or no longer served a purpose for me. By the time I was done I felt like a big weight had been lifted off of me. Instead of my clothes lying in a heap, I laid them out on the floor and every morning it was easy to pick what I wanted to wear because all the items that laid before me, were pieces that I loved.

When I got back to my dorm room I spend several hours, packing away anything that didn’t bring me joy and unpacking and organizing that things that did. And since then, everyday it has taken me seconds to pick out my clothes and I don’t feel uncomfortable or mismatched like I use to. I even found ways to pair pieces that I loved, but never wear…like the skirt pictured above. I wear that outfit every week now, alternating between a black or a grey sweater.

Eventually I would like to try out the concept of a capsule wardrobe, I counted the pieces that I have currently in my closet and it totals up to around 50 pieces including shoes and not including workout clothes and I still have some summer clothes stored away at home. I think it would be cool to try project 333, but I haven’t decided yet.

The other really cool thing that I’ve noticed since paring down my possessions is how its affect my anxiety. I feel less anxious everyday. I’m not worried about how I look anymore, because I love all the pieces in my closet, and I’m not faced with extra decisions everyday that can lead to ramping up my anxiety. I discovered that something as simple as getting ready each day was actually starting my day with a dose of anxiety. I had too many choices and it was always overwhelming. But now my day starts out easy and stress free.

Let me know your thoughts on minimalism.