The Not So New Year

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It was the day before my first day as a senior in high school when my dad treated me to a gift like I had never received before: total access (within reason) to his credit card. The only way to properly describe how I was feeling at this moment is by comparing it to skydiving. A rush. A thrill. I had complete and total freedom. This was my world and everyone else was just living in it.

Sorry, coming back down to reality and continuing my story…

I strutted into the mall as if I were Blair Waldorf at Chanel, the only differences being I was 17 and couldn’t wear headbands because I had a 5-head. I danced from store to store, trying on anything and everything. But then I laid eyes on the love of my life. It was a moment of redefying beauty. This was the “love at first sight” actresses always gushed about in chick flicks. I approached cautiously; surely this was too good to be true.

But there they were, the jeans that made jeans, well, jeans.

I tried them on and they fit like a dream. I stared at myself in the store mirror for a shameless amount of time and finally yelled to the sales clerk to wrap them up. From that day forward I was a new and trendier woman.

Quite a few years and additional pounds later, those jeans still hold near and dear to my heart. TBH, I had hid them in the back of my closet because I was too sad to admit to myself that I couldn’t fit in them anymore. Prior to the New Year, I stumbled upon the self-proclaimed “diva denim” while organizing. To say I was nostalgic wouldn’t begin to cover it.

My walk down memory lane sparked an idea. I held the pants up to my hips and envisioned myself wearing them. That was the moment I decided that as of January 1st, I would embark on a journey to wear the diva denim once again.

Good news blogger babes, as of February 3rd I could pull the diva denim up over my hips. They haven’t buttoned just yet, but I’ve already come a LONG way from where I began a month ago. Sometimes we forget to pat ourselves on the back for progress. Progress, for some odd reason, is waaaay less satisfying than results. In reality, progress is equally, if not more important, than results in the long run.

There is a fab quote in issue 12 of Porter Magazine, which just happens to be in the #RRHQreads read of the month, from the insanely inspirational Sylvia Earle.

“What we do – or don’t do – now will be an inheritance for all time,” Earle said.

We all have goals we want to achieve and things we want to leave behind in the new year and Sylvia Earle and I are here to remind you fabulous people to keep on progressing. Dreaming big is so important and we are all just trucking along together. Don’t become discouraged if your resolutions aren’t panning out the way you intended them to. Instead, let’s use February as an ode to the not so New Year. The New Year has come and gone and people are starting to blow off their resolutions. Rather than give up, buckle down. We are all so close to buttoning our diva denim!

#RRHQreads

Written by Faith Tyrell, Spring ’16 Creative Intern

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