Wearing Leggings in a permanent rotation.
Hates Denim. Loves Leggings. For now.
And probably a bit longer.
Now that I’ve had better things to do than to shoot new content for over two months (drinking my body weight in wine, etc.), I’m currently browsing the depths of our obscure photo archives, on the hunt for a handful of unpublished images.
And it almost gives the impression that the threat of self-isolation had been predicted weeks before by my own wardrobe choices. All I wanted was to be comfortable. Which, don’t get me wrong, is always a good approach to fashion. In my case, however, this led me to wearing a pair of leggings in permanent rotation. Leggings. As Pants. A painfully accurate representation of how uninspired I have been over the past months. And yes I am just reflecting the serial act of wearing leggings onto my quarterlife crisis* which I have already described to you recently. The rhetoric department is trying to get back on track here.
* „A quarter-life crisis is a crisis „involving anxiety over the direction and quality of one’s life“ which is most commonly experienced in a period ranging from a person’s early twenties up to their mid-thirties“
How about adding some more anxiety to this current pool of emotions? Fortunately, I pulled myself together and well, started over. Started a new Business. Started doing the uncomfortable. Far away from the metaphorical comfort of my leggings (while still wearing them). Still haven’t figured it all out. Not. at. all. But I definitely have a clearer vision in terms of the ‚direction and quality of
one’s my life‘. I can’t even write this without rolling my eyes massively. Welcome to Lisa’s self-help corner, where we cherish the feeling of optimism and motivation. How can I help you? Like yeah, this is never going to happen. I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.