Over the past several months, I’ve been on this wild adventure my friends and I lovingly call the Gypsy World Tour. I’ve been traveling all over running workshops, connecting with people, and as always, learning a lot about myself. I sublet my place in LA, worked with my clients remotely, over-packed my suitcases, and launched myself into many adventures of self-discovery.
As I was packing, I kept thinking, “Oh, I should bring this and that just in case.” Of course, like any typical indecisive, beauty-loving woman, I thoroughly over-packed and then had to lug those heavy bags from one place to another. I started noticing that I was really only wearing my favorite clothes—the ones that were my go-to’s that I always felt great in. It seemed that all those other things I’d been dragging around were—not only completely unnecessary—but actually weighing me down.
When I finally got back to my place months later, I noticed that even though I now had access to multiple closets with an absurd amount of clothing, I was still pulling my favorites out of my suitcase. What was the difference between the clothes I kept wearing and those in the closets? Well, it was clear why I kept wearing the same ones. They were classics—chic, high-quality, durable pieces that I could wear to various types of places or occasions. They looked great. They were comfy. I felt like myself when I wore them. Everything about them was a winner for me. Makes sense.
So, what was the deal with all this other stuff? There was a pile of old work outfits from a corporate job I’d sworn I would never, ever do again. There was a giant box of scarves and hats that “I might wear if I move someplace cold again,” which I had also sworn I’d never do. There was an entire drawer of jeans that ‘kinda’ made my butt look good. What?! Who would ever want jeans that make your butt look mediocre?! You always want your bootie to look amazing!
Seemingly different topic: So, then I went on a date (and I wore my good jeans). The guy was niiicccee. As in, he’s got a decent job, and he’s relatively intelligent, and he’s not that bad looking, but I’m just totally indifferent to him. Then I went on a different date. And another. Basically, the same story. And then it hit me—these dates were just like the mediocre butt jeans! Yikes.
Before my travels, I had been filling my life with things that were just ‘okay,’ when what I really wanted was the best. I wanted the best outfits. I wanted the most amazing man. I realized that I would much rather have one badass leather jacket than a dozen so-so jackets. All these sub-par jackets were just taking up space in my closet—space I would have happily given for one really awesome jacket. I’d rather share my time and energy with one really incredible man than a bunch of guys who were just ‘okay.’
Whether you’re taking a long trip or you have an emergency evacuation, you will quickly learn what you really love. Everything else is just filler for some sort of void you want to fill.
For me, everything is about energy.
Are you allowing yourself to be surrounded by chaotic, sub-par energy that is crowding your space? Or are you creating space for things that you really love? Whether it’s clothes or relationships, are you choosing quantity or quality?