Page Six of Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five

January 6, 2020

Coco & Vera - Zara wool coat, Leyn turtleneck sweater, Mavi skinny jeansCoco & Vera - Mejuri scarab necklace, Leyn sweater, Zara coatCoco & Vera - Louis Vuitton Speedy 25 handbag, Zara beige coat, Mango kitten heelsCoco & Vera - Mango sunglasses, Mejuri necklace, Zara coatCoco & Vera - Mavi jeans, Mango heels, Louis Vuitton Speedy handbagZara coat (similar)
Leyn sweater (c/o) (similar)
Mavi jeans (c/o)
Mango heels
Louis Vuitton handbag
Mango sunglasses
Mejuri necklace (c/o)
Linjer ring (c/o)
Linjer earrings (c/o)
Location: The Manitoba Legislature – Winnipeg, Manitoba

My story of 2020 did not start out the way I expected. I had grand plans for the holiday season, as I do every year. My wine closet was well-stocked and all my sparkliest dresses were ready to go.

…and then I came down with the flu.

So here we are, six days into the new year, and most of my holiday celebrations have taken the form of long naps. The holidays are fully and finally over, and I have little more to show for them than a trio of empty kleenex boxes.

C’est le vie. There’s little that I can do beyond accepting the last ten days for what they were and moving on. If years can be described in the form of novels, then today, January sixth, is page six of the three-hundred and sixty-five pages that will make up this year. I suspect that my story this year will be much the same as it was last year – work, travel and, well, more work. Adulthood, it seems to me, upon reflection, is less about milestones (which become fewer with every passing year) as it is about the time in between them.

It’s like a story, in that way – the actual events are less important than the way you go about living (or telling) them.

When I look back on new years past, I can see my former self falling into the trap of setting lofty goals that I will ultimately lack the energy and will to achieve. For a long time, that was the story of my life, if you’ll forgive the bad pun – I couldn’t resist. It was what I thought I was suppose to do, so I did it. I don’t make resolutions or write lists of goals at the start of the year anymore. It’s a good way to set myself up for failure, but serves no other specific purpose that I can see.

If years can indeed be described in the form of novels, then I am writing my own. And I have no intention of following the traditional format of January ambition followed by February exhaustion. Every day is a new day, and a different story. Today, I’m working on page six. And on page six, I decide it doesn’t matter that this year didn’t begin the way I wanted to. It doesn’t make a difference if I set goals now, or a week from now, anymore than it matters if I achieve them or decide in June that they no longer make sense to pursue. Which isn’t to say that you can’t set resolutions, if that’s what works for you. I believe this year, as every year, we all need to take charge of the narrative of our lives and write it exactly as we see fit.

However you’re starting 2020, Happy New Year! I can’t wait to see what this new year – and the new decade it is starting – will bring for all of us. It’s officially the twenties, so plan to consume champagne and wear sequins accordingly.

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3 responses to “Page Six of Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five”

  1. My main goal for 2020 is more champagne & sequins. Honestly, I’m feeling the pull for more fun this year, as well as getting out more and taking it all in. I hate that last year whizzed by and I wasn’t more conscious about the things I wanted to do. But so far, this year has started off with a bang and I’m excited to ride that vibe!! As for your outfit? Perfection as always lovey!! And sorry to hear about your flu, but as you know, I was there and it’s definitely not what I had in mind for the holidays either. But like you’ve so eloquently stated we’re only on page 6!! xo

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  2. Courtney says:

    Sorry to hear that you were ill over the holidays. I managed to stay healthy this year but Eleanor came down with her worst cold yet on Christmas day so my holidays were a bit of a bust as well as I spent all my time house bound with her (and she was not in a particularly good mood). I also never really make resolutions for the new year either, they just never go anywhere and mostly prove more of a source of stress for me than anything else.

    Courtney ~ Sartorial Sidelines

  3. Lydia says:

    i’ll have to agree with your take on resolutions, every year I’ve set one, even when I’m at my most determined, I’ve forgotten all about them my March. Sorry you did not start the year off on the best note, but we do not need a date on a calendar to get dressed up and drink wine, and it’s important to remember that as well. Also, Love this look, I will have to replicate it soon.

Cee Fardoe is a thirty-something Canadian blogger who splits her time between Winnipeg and Paris. She is a voracious reader, avid tea-drinker, insatiable wanderer and fashion lover who prefers to dress in black, white and gray.

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