Dress has the ability to show me how I feel about myself and my situations.
Sometimes, I come to this realization after I’ve put everything on and looked in the mirror. I will see myself and think, “Ah. So this is what you look like today.” Other days, I might only come to this realization when I’ve been out and about for a while, and catch the sight of my shoes (or toes) hitting the street, see the last flick of hair disappearing from the reflecting window, or light hitting a part of my clothing to think, “Ah, this is what it is.”
Sometimes though, an outfit might surface that gives me some insight into an evolution of the heart. This is particularly significant for me as I watch my life round the bend again, from transitioning out of undergrad into the workspace and becoming the founder of an organization, to curving back into graduate school and the rigorous sphere that is academia.
Increasingly, my vision is falling beyond the immediate. I’ve never been someone to look too far ahead, as I’m pretty focused on the present and its sprawling, complex loveliness.
But now, there is an increased desire in me to look a year or two beyond my current footsteps in order to figure out what direction I should go in, why I should go there, and what I might want to have become upon arrival. There are higher stakes. there is more responsibility and more affect, and I feel myself clothing myself in different ways to take hold of this new method of journey.
Some days, I find myself dressing for the future.
What I wear is one method of journey.
What I read, write and create is another method of journey.
Who I love is method of journey.
These are the things in my vision of the present and the future. I hope that regardless of circumstance, I am always paying attention to the landscape around me and within me that is changing. I hope I live in them well.