I regret to inform you that my new year’s resolution is dead. I killed it. And by “killed it” I obviously mean “stabbed it in the imaginary heart with my nonexistent will power.” I know, I know. I’ve made it this far, right? I mean, its the middle of September and I just gave in!?!?!
Yes. This is true. I know it was wrong. Hell, I’ve never even made a NYR before and I really was planning on going all the way with this. While I am definitely ashamed, I must admit that the entire thing was flawed from the beginning. Let me explain.
See, once I set this resolution into motion, I began to panic. I went to thrift stores almost every day. I was constantly shopping and buying up things that would look “just okay” because they were the best I could get. So even though my NYR was all about reusing and being green and not consuming nearly as much as people do these days, it backfired on me, because I actually bought more clothes than I normally would have if they were new. I bought just to buy because I knew it wouldn’t be there the next time I went, even if it was “just okay.” So now, fellow Nerds, I have a closet full of crap that I don’t even wear or like. I was simply compelled to buy them out of sheer panic.
So I decided to buy myself something pretty. Something I can wear on a date, or to a job interview, without having to borrow from my friends or spend money on useless items out of panic. I bought a dress and a pair of wedges. I deserved them. And I feel pretty.
I have learned a lot these past nine months, about thrifting and buying used clothing. I won’t stop shopping that way, but I am going to try to remember not to buy clothes just because I feel like I have to. I’m going to be patient and only buy what is necessary. Thanks for all of your encouragement this year. I’m very sorry if I’ve let you down. Would you like to borrow my shiny new dress???