red clockI’m down to the last bit of packing for our move and I’ve noticed something.  I have a ton of underwear.  I only wear a fraction of them on a regular basis.  I’ve mentally separated them into categories.  Please tell me I’m not alone here…

There’s about 30% in the “everyday” group, 10% in the “please don’t let me get into an accident in these” group, and a whopping 60% in the “I’m channeling my inner Beyonce” group.  Based on the numbers, one would think that I am Drunk In Love, right?  But the reality is that I spend most of my time in my everyday undies.  Since I work from home and spend most of my day alone, the practical side of me says, “Why bother putting my good underwear under these sweatpants?”  But what the hell is the point of buying so many sexy ones if I’m never going to wear them?

Then I realized—it’s not just the underwear that I’m saving.  My fancy china, my fine champagne are all being saved for a special occasion.  I find myself wondering exactly what special occasion am I waiting for?  I can count on one hand how many times I’ve used my china since I got it about 10 years ago.  I’ve celebrated birthdays, promotions, anniversaries and so many other significant life milestones—apparently none of them special enough to crack open the many the bottles of bubbly that I’ve been collecting.

Then I had an “aha” moment!  Everyday that I get to wake up with my wonderful husband and beautiful daughter is a special occasion.  Having dinner with my best friends and family is a special occasion.  The day Journey goes back to school after three snow days is a special occasion.  I’ll bet if I think hard enough, I could find something to celebrate just about every day.

So starting today, I am vowing to have dinner in our formal dining room using the china at least once a month.  I am going to use the champagne as an excuse to have my first party in our new home.  And as for the underwear…well I’ll just keep that as my sexy little secret 😉

What have you been saving for a special occasion that never seems to happen?

7 Comments on What Am I Waiting For?

  1. htynan
    January 31, 2014 at 3:14 pm (4 years ago)

    you are most definitely not alone in this! I think mine must stem from my mother, when I was a girl she would buy me ‘special occasion shoes’ which could only be worn on special occasions. Suffice to say, I only wore them once or twice in the time they fitted my growing feet! What a waste!!! Everyday is special occasion!!

  2. Nomzi Kumalo
    February 5, 2014 at 2:55 pm (4 years ago)

    Precisely what I am talking about. What are we all waiting for really? Thank you for the reminder 🙂

  3. leightonharris
    February 5, 2014 at 8:15 pm (4 years ago)

    Amen girl! I’ve recently decided to stop waiting around for an excuse to wear my cutie-pie dresses and heeled shoes. If I want to look hot, why wait for a special occasion!? This post is definitely an extra bit of encouragement for my decision! We need to fully experience and live in the ‘present’ that we live in!

  4. Sonya K
    February 8, 2014 at 2:52 pm (4 years ago)

    Indeed everyday that we are here is a reason to celebrate and use the good stuff that we have 🙂

  5. Erin
    February 12, 2014 at 9:35 pm (4 years ago)

    I love this post! Every day is an excuse to celebrate. From now on I am drinking my morning smoothie from a champagne glass and I will toast to the amazing day before me.

    • Simone
      February 12, 2014 at 10:25 pm (4 years ago)

      Awesome! I love that idea!

  6. Christina
    February 16, 2014 at 3:50 pm (4 years ago)

    I find myself doing this a lot, saving things for that “special occasion” which never seems to happen. Mostly with clothes, which would explain while I have a closet full of dresses and skirts that I have worn maybe twice. So I think I will I will make it a goal to ware a skirt at least once a week from now on. And maybe do up my hair just because. 🙂

    Looking forward to hearing about your dinner parties, I have always wanted to do that sort of thing.


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