On the 6th of Frocktober I wore floral. It’s bold, let’s face it…a tad 80’s, and matched with silver peacock earrings, just to be a bit more subdued. Yes, I wore heels.
And to think I wouldn’t post a photo of my face or use my real name when I started this blog back in 2007.
I wore my floral frock while entertaining two children over for playdates with my three. Actually, maybe entertaining is overstating things, I really just passed them a box of lego. I wore it to lunch at a friend’s home. I wore it later in the day while working from home. I wore it making dinner. I wore it for Frocktober.
Sadly, Steve Jobs died today. I read tributes everywhere I looked – on Twitter, on Facebook, even on the front page of Google. Tributes to an amazing life, incredible thinker, someone who made a profound impact on the world.
So today I’ve been thinking about things I’ve seen lately. Like this.
via Jon Burg
shared by Stacey Monk
Wearing a floral dress and sharing a photo of myself on the interwebs, so that someone might donate to this cause is not exactly comfortable for me. I’m more of a Gen X introvert. But I like to step out of my comfort zone. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel purposeful. Especially when it’s for a reason.
“Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” – Steve Jobs (thanks for sharing this quote Euan)
I started stepping out of my comfort zone on purpose when I was 16 years old and went on a German Exchange Program. There was no email, no skype and not much English. Just letters from family and a phonecall with family and friends every week or so. My experience living with a family completely different to mine, in a country where it snowed at Christmas and people spoke a different language was challenging, eye-opening and wonderful.
What about you? Can you think of moments when you have ‘stepped out on purpose’?