Building Greater Self-Reliance: Day 03

31 Journaling Prompts for Building Greater Self-Reliance:  Day 03

“I would write on the lintels of the doorpost, Whim. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation.”

― Emerson

If we don’t trust our whims to guide our exploration of possibilities for our lives, we’ll quickly find ourselves relying on others for answers.

What areas of your life have you shut off to whims? Are there any you’ve written off? How might you try following them responsibly? (Is it writing an outline for a ridiculous-sounding blog post? Picking up that book that feels “unproductive”? Joining the boxing gym you pass daily? Asking that girl out you’ve had your eye on? Booking the trip you’ve been thinking about?)

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getting dressed is hard

getting dressed in the morning is hard. I men, sometime brushing your teeth everyday is hard. or making sure to have at least one meal a day is hard. really, being alive in general is hard…. (thanks chronic illness!)

but I’m talking about a different kind of “hard”, as in legitimately difficult.  like, how to to fucking do it.

I don’t understand fashion. and I don’t care about it, so actively learning abput it is challenging. I understand colours, because I’m an artist. I understand complementary pieces, sense of an overall theme, etc. visually, I think I am fine.

but “no socks with sandals”, for example. that seems somewhat arbitrary. or when a longer skirt is better than a short one. and if the colours work, why can’t I play with black and brown together? is the white shoes after Labour Day still a thing?

there’s just so much I don’t get, and doubt I ever will. that being acknowledged,  I need to learn how to make what I have work.

the firm gave me a clothes stipend, and I’ve already purchased most of what I’ll be getting. but Sunday, I’ll be going to a “Clothes Mentor” store with a personal shopper who may can help me out further.

in the meantime, I just look like a dufus most days.

How to Wear Pink, Like a Man

I looooove The Art of Manliness.  since I was in middle school, I wanted to be a knight or prince.  I didn’t want to be the damsel; I wanted to rescue her.

“I want to be a prince, not a princess!  I don’t want to be protected!  When I’m a prince, I’ll do the protecting!”
~ Utena Tenjou, Revolutionary Girl Utena

I distinctly remember the moment when I realised this:  I was on the bus on a school field trip.  the coolest girl of the grade was usually a horrid bitch to me (I was of the lowest social rank in that school).  but when she wasn’t around her friends, she was really sweet to and very friendly with me.  at this given moment on the bus, her friends were elsewhere.  so she and I started talking.  I can see very clearly when I said something that made her laugh.  her smile was beautiful.  she grinned shyly and pushed her red hair behind her ears.  the sun bounced off her freckles, adding to the rosiness of her cheeks.  it was beautiful.  I decided in that moment, I wanted to make all girls smile like that.  I wanted to be the cause of all the happiness in these flowers.

anyway, that’s material for a separate post.  this one is about a piece by The Art of Manliness.  their most recent blog post is “How to Wear Pink, Like a Man“.  you can follow the link to read it at its original location, or you can go ahead on below.

“I guess, in the end, I couldn’t be a prince.  Forgive me, Anthy, for pretending to be a prince.”
~ Utena Tenjou, Revolutionary Girl Utena

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