That Dolce Feeling
A subtle, mellow sort of excitement is one of the most intriguing of emotions to experience. It's inexplicable. Nothing is perfect, but in the back of your mind you're distinctly aware of something brewing. It's not hope. It's definitely not security... It's like the promise of discovery that travel entices you with. Or the unapologetic comfort of your favorite food x your favorite tipple(s) x your favorite people - all wrapped into a secret. It can be like the anticipation of a well-deserved break, life event or meeting drawing itself out, telling you to work for it. It is, quite frankly, weird.
I hope I'm not rambling under a cloud of fanciful day dreaming, but lately life has been filled with this underlying sweetness.
Despite some difficult moments, there's something like drive or passion propelling me to just keep at it. Maybe it's because of these moments that I feel like this. And every small bit of positivity or success is cherished that much more. It may not be the dolce vita, an oft referenced term to summarize the utopia of lifestyle goals, but it is definitely a feeling I would like to remain consistent in my life.
How fitting, then, that Dolce & Gabanna garments add to this quiet confidence in perseverance? Even as vintage items, they are as timeless as they are breath-taking. A beautiful mix of structure and fluidity, the shoes and blazer are charming enough without the addition of this pre-loved Zara kimono dress, which adds a touch of bohemian flair to the ensemble. The day I wore this outfit was roughly the start of that feeling; of me noticing the strange juxtaposition between struggle and luxury, sombre-ness and silliness and, most poignantly, an almost embarrassing sort of clinginess against stubborn autonomy.
I had just moved away from home. It was a brief situation, for reasons I won't go into right now, but in that short time I learned a little bit about myself, my strengths and most definitely my weaknesses! I also learned about what it truly felt like to be 100% unsheltered and whether I was entirely comfortable with it. I guess you can figure out the answer to that one yourselves.
I needed to be with my family, to regroup so that we could face the best and worst bits together. It allowed me to grow and I hope it allows me To be brave enough to try something new with an open mind and heart. Until then, I shall continue to feed off this whiff of optimism, a process that I hope will encourage clear thought, appreciation, planning and action...