You know how some things just feel so inherently French? A plain turtleneck. Black and white stripes, or simple polka dots. Black ballet flats. A red lip. The ever classic French beret. So what happens when you throw a couple of these French staples together? Maybe you get something a little cliché…or just maybe you get an outfit that is trés chic – Parisian Chic, that is. 😉 Okay, okay, I’ll stop being corny. Let’s continue, shall we?
I’ve never been the biggest fan of New Year’s resolutions – the whole concept seems just a teensy bit flighty, and most people tend to abandon them by the end of January, right? Instead, I’m more of a believer that you should constantly be making new goals and trying to improve upon yourself. I mean, sure – the start of a new year can be a motivating blank slate, all fresh, new, and ready for change. But I also feel like the new year can contain a lot of pressure to make it your “best year yet!” And while the reality is that I truly do hope this is one of the best years yet (for everyone), I know that there will undoubtedly be some challenges and hardships along the way.
That being said, I decided to put together a small list of 5 goals you can actually keep in the new year – regardless of your age, sex, interests, etc. Basically, if you’re a human, I think you’ve got a pretty good chance at killing it with these 5 goals in the new year. 🙂
I’m not sure if it’s some sort of age phenomenon, but the older I get, the faster the holiday season seems to fly by with every passing year! Maybe it’s because each year my to-do list seems to grow (leaving less time to fill my schedule with fun Christmasy activities!), or if in today’s bustling society it’s just become challenging to savor moments – but either way, the fact that Christmas has now come and gone is almost unbelievable to me.
“Mindfulness” is something I feel like I’ve read about a lot lately – and I want to make sure that each year I’m taking the time to actually enjoy and remember the holiday season in the midst of the chaos, and not just “get through” with my endless to-do lists. I know (and fully understand) that the holidays can bring stress, busyness, and pressure – but Christmas, to me, is always one of the most joyful times of the year. I love sleeping in the living room on Christmas Eve with Daniel, and falling asleep to the soft glow of our Christmas tree. I love choosing which Christmas outfits to dress Coussie boy in (he’s racked up quite a collection by now!). I love getting in the car and hearing Christmas music on the radio. I love Christmas Eve service and singing Silent Night by candlelight at our church. I love reading the Christmas story together and reflecting on the true meaning of why we celebrate. I love it all.
You know how growing up you have holiday traditions that your family does, and you kind of assume that those same traditions are just what everyone does? Like “oh, this is what’s normal. Everyone does this.” Maybe it was just me who naively thought like that, but once Daniel and I got married, I realized that everyone’s family has different traditions and backgrounds, and I was excited to get to create our own as a couple.
You know the old saying “you can never go home again”? Well, I can’t decide if it’s true or not, but when we were planning to travel back to West Palm (where we lived for five years) for the first time since we moved, I was unsure of how to feel. I was excited, of course – but also fairly nervous. How could I not be? After all, Palm Beach was our home for a fair share of our lives – it only makes sense that there would be some element of pressure for us to find it the same perfect place that we used to. But what if we didn’t? We’ve changed, the city has changed – would we love it like we used to? What would it be like now? Would I even still know anyone who lived there? Would it feel completely foreign, or almost like we never left?
Beach, please. I know I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I
like love the beach. Growing up in Jersey, we went down to the shore every Summer (I know, I know, Jersey Shore…#classic), and when I left for college, I ended up picking a school that was, you guessed it – at the beach.
Living in Palm Beach was one of the best decisions I ever ended up making (got a husband out of it, hey!), so when Daniel and I had the chance to go back for the first time in four years for a wedding, I. Was. Pumped. Excited of course to see dear old friends and celebrate a new marriage, but also to return to my favorite former home. And what does a visit to your favorite former home merit? Some ultra Palm Beach outfits, obviously. 😉
The 70’s called…and they want their jumpsuit back. I don’t know what’s in the water, but these past few months I’ve been all about a good 70’s throwback outfit. The thing is, if you would’ve asked me what my least favorite decade was style-wise in recent years, the 70’s would’ve been my definite answer, without even a second thought. Think about it. The corduroy. The insane overuse of psychedelic prints. The feathered hair (on men especially…#nah). The rusty muted tones. The bell bottoms. Yuck!