First it was New York Fashion Week (and the fact that I wasn’t there), then it was finding out that the girl I interned with in college is now the retail and fashion editor for the Wall Street Journal (yea, she’s been on The Today Show) and last week it was a story by Mashable about the rise of fashion bloggers to prominence and profitability in the industry. Add it all up and it’s the perfect cocktail of discontentment for people like me with stylish aspirations.
As I watch women like Emily, Lindsey and Jessica pursue their passion and realize their dreams (and mine) I can’t help but feel a twinge of remorse at the road not taken. The woulda, coulda, shouldas start and thoughts like “Why did I stay in North Carolina for my Master’s Degree instead of going to Columbia?” or “If only I’d have taken a job in Los Angeles when I moved out to California, rather than taking the safe job in Sacramento” creep in.
And then I think about days like yesterday. A picturesque day on the Central Coast of California, where I probably wouldn’t live if I was the magazine editor or blogger I’ve always wanted to be. A day spent wine tasting with Hubs and 12 of my friends, my biggest worry being whether I want the white or red flight.
Or I remember last month’s excursion to Los Angeles with one of my best friends from college, where I didn’t check my work email one time, watched the sunset over the Santa Monica pier and ate dinner at the Chateau Marmont–without worrying whether paparazzi were waiting for me outside, as they were for some of my fellow diners, I might add.
If you’re like me, you’re wont to sit around and wallow in the “what ifs” or concentrate on all the things you could be doing with your life if only you’d have done things differently. But I’m starting to think that I have it all wrong. I think we, the “Average Janes” of the world, are the lucky ones. Instead of being consumed with our careers or our public image, we’re free to enjoy life as it happens. We’re able to be present in every moment because we have the time to be. Because we don’t have anywhere to be. Because we can.
And personally, I can’t think of anything more stylish than enjoying–and being content with–the life we have, while we have it.