Wardrobe Diaries

Expectations

A self deprecating post about my absence, my lack of motivation, and letting go of expectations.

Recreate the Look:

Coveralls (size up) | Sandals (TTS) | Bag | Earrings

Well, lookie who it is. I know, I know, I’ve been MIA. Let’s chalk it up to a combination of lack of motivation + lack of inspiration + the heaviness of the world and you got yourself a fair-weather blogger. I’m not gonna lie, I’m struggling. There is so much going on and it’s taking a toll on me. Not to mention, I wasn’t working out the last few weeks so my leave it on the floor “therapy” was no longer. That alone was really messing with my psyche, i.e., my mental health really relies on physical fitness. So here we are, one week since my last blog post and nearly a month since you’ve gotten an outfit post. Yikes! But I’m back and hoping to get my head in the game!

All of that has led me to think about the expectations I have for myself and how I use those expectations to filter myself. Loaded statement, I know. But so much of my inner turmoil is due to expectations – about the mom I “should” be, the wife I “should” be, the employee I “should”, the blogger/influencer I “should” be…you get the picture. It’s exhausting, and you wanna know what, it’s bullshit. Why should I let these nagging expectations, that I caged myself in, have an impact on who I think I “should” be?

I think that expectations come with the territory. What territory, you ask? The territory that is called life. I wish I could be one of those people that didn’t care what others thought of here, but I’m not. But I’m realizing that each day can be a day that I actively work on being myself for the sake of being myself, letting go of those expectations. So here’s to day one of letting that shit go.