We have reached the time of the year where we are all full of food, festivities and probably can no longer remember what day of the week it is. Time has lost all meaning, as have the words “self control” as I empty yet another box of chocolates that had been in the cupboard.
It is a time of reflection on what has been the longest year of my lifetime. It is a time of appreciation for what I have. For my family, even if they make me want to pull my hair out at times, and the friends that help me laugh often and out loud, I appreciate having every single one of them in my life. It is also a time of regrets. Every one has some, at this current moment I regret eating that last toasted cheese and jam sandwich, but on the bigger scale I regret taking so long to get to know myself, my needs and my wants.
2020 is a year that will leave its mark for decades to come but inspite of the isolating nature of the pandemic that has taken hold around the world it has given many people, myself included, the opportunity to get re-acquainted with themselves. We spend so much time rushing here, there and everywhere tending to the needs and whims of others that we no longer take the time to just be or just to do something that makes us smile, do something that we love. Make new discoveries about ourselves or dust off old passions and start over.
This year I have discovered historical costuming, dressmaking and fashion design. I always thought that you needed mad skills and talent to be able to repelicate that dress or sew that jacket. How wrong was I? You don’t need any mad skills you just need fabric, a sewing needle and thread. The majority of the masterpieces that you see on Instagram accounts or Facebook pages are hours of trial and error and usually the language of a sailor on leave all mixed together to end up creating that jaw dropping image or video you see online. It doesn’t just happen over night no matter how much you wish it so.
2020 has given me the opportunity to figure all this out, to learn and the determination to go ahead and do it for myself. 2020 saw me re enroll into college to study for my HNC in fashion design with the hopes of going into costume design. There is something about the manipulation of fabric that just gets my blood pumping. Its been 20 years since I last had to study or hand in an assignment and with 2021 starting with Ireland in full lockdown I have no idea how its all going to go but Ill just have to cross that bridge when I get there.
To 2020, the year I discovered that you are never too old to follow your dreams even if you only just figured out what your dreams are.
Here’s to 2021 and making them all happen.