I Want Everything in My Mind, Closet, and Life to Be Intentional

 

Florré

 
 

There’s no denying the gravitational shift that occurs after 30. It’s like the globe slows down its spinning and everything that’s been accepted as the norm gets a second, more critical look. It’s time to sieve everything through a new judgment and decide which lessons from our 20s become mainstays and which must get left behind.

Some decisions are made for you: The universe removes certain people, certain behaviors, and certain mindsets that came with those two. It can be painful at first, but necessary to nurture growth.

Other decisions are more intentional and require action on your part in order to thrive. I’d like to talk about those pieces today.

The Mind

The other day, I removed the Instagram app from my phone. I didn’t delete my account by any means, but from now on, if I want to update my profile or check in on my friends, I will have to do it via a computer.

I was never one to feel any type of way about Instagram. I didn’t compare myself to others, I didn’t doom scroll, and I didn’t get overwhelmed by its algorithms. I used it primarily to post my shit and enjoy it for what it was.

But the doom scrolling got to me, and with it came the comparison game. I found myself feeling gloomy after every scrolling session, but like an addict I couldn’t stop.

I want to treat my mind with kindness and only feed it proactive and positive content. Thus, Instagram had to go. It’s replaced with more feel-good apps like Vogue, Pinterest, and Substack. It’s only been a few days, but I already feel like a whole new person.

I also recently moved out of the city! Back to the ‘burbs for me. The quiet rhythm of life, the simple routines, and the lack of human interaction have my heart operating at a healthy pace again. It was a big decision to make, but necessary for the sake of my mental health.

The Closet

This is a big one, and it kind of goes hand-in-hand with Instagram. I caught myself chasing trends instead of listening to what my heart aches for. As a fashion writer, knowing my personal style is essential. It’s something that used to feel crystal clear to me, yet I learned I needed to go back to the roots of what defines Bianca’s style. I started envisioning certain outfits on my own body, rather than applauding what looked good on someone else. I wanted to feel that familiar thrill of seeing something I liked on me. I started going back to in-real-life shopping (rather than online shopping) to really get a sense of what sparked my excitement at this age.

With a little more money at my disposal, I can also be more intentional with what I pick. I’m by no means a baller (we’ll get there someday), but I’m willing to invest in high-quality, forever pieces.

I’ve also become much more ruthless in removing excess clothes from my closet. I don’t hold onto anything that I don’t love. Liking it is not enough. I have to be obsessed with everything in my closet. Every single shoe, sweater, and pant needs to feel like an extension of my soul—the perfect representation of Bianca.

The Life

The quality of life is made up of a bunch of little and big things: From the coffee mugs you collect to the friends and partner you spend time with. It is vital to choose the small things with as much care and love as you do the big. I used to have this intense gusto for life that had me kirby-ing everything in my path. Big travels! Big meetings! All the shopping! All the drinking! I couldn’t get enough of the thrill. I’m grateful I did, because now I know exactly what should stick and what can be left behind. I had my fill, and I can pull back from certain scenes while being more present in others.

The Ins:

  • Writing/crafting

  • Staying home

  • Select, intentional traveling

  • Working hard

  • Staying back with my dog

  • Brunch over bar-hopping

  • High-quality ingredients

  • Learning about camera gear and shooting HD content

The Outs:

  • Binge drinking

  • Traveling too much

  • Being loud and oversharing

  • Gossiping

  • Whining

 
 
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