I hate to admit it, but I’m beginning to count down the days until I have free reign over the rest of my wardrobe. It’s the same thing with when I’m running on a treadmill, I start staring at the clock, counting down until the finish, as if it couldn’t come soon enough. The fact that I have already started mentally drawing up outfit options for next week probably isn’t helping, although my resolve to see this to the finish has meant I won’t allow myself to break until the thirty days are done. I’m not sure if this paints me as being materialistic, but knowing I have a number of other options available to me is probably the most frustrating part.
If my wardrobe was this small, or thereabouts, in actual size rather than just in theory, I imagine I would probably feel different. The likelihood that I would ever diminish my wardrobe to such a minimal number is small, but this month has highlighted the glaringly obvious, that there is little need to have a larger wardrobe, this stems from wants and desires. And I can’t help to always want more, it truly seems to be a vicious cycle.