In my closet there is a red dress that is probably the most expensive thing I have. I love it. It’s beautiful and whenever I wear it I can’t stop smiling. It’s like this little magic piece of clothing that makes me feel confident and special. Yet, I’ve only worn it twice. In three years.
My reasoning behind this is that because this dress was so expensive and is so “fancy,” then it’s not something I can just wear whenever I want. It has to be saved for a special day when I won’t stand out and a form fitting red dress fits the dress code. It’s for this reason that my favorite dress has only seen the light of day twice.
Perhaps the reason I feel this way is because the dress was bought for a special occasion to begin with. It was for a gala I was attending while at a journalism conference in D.C., and it was the first time that I had ever had reason to buy something so nice. I never went to prom, and the dress I wore as homecoming queen cost about half of what this one did (and that dress has only been worn twice as well, come to think of it…). I got to go to the city and try on dress after dress for the perfect one that would fit the occasion. I first found it in green, and when the saleswoman said I should try it in red, I fell in love.
It wasn’t until this last Sunday when I looked through my closet that I wondered why I wasn’t wearing this dress more often. I mean, I love it. It cost a lot. So why shouldn’t I wear it?
Where did the idea come from that things have to be saved for special occasions? Why can’t I wear my favorite perfume every day, or use that expensive lipstick on a regular old Wednesday? Why can’t I put on those cute shoes, read that book, or wear the most beautiful item in my closet?
As I sat there looking at this beautiful dress that I really wanted to wear but I was telling myself it wasn’t okay to, I realized that I had the wrong perception about all of this. The truth is, when it come to things like this – saving perfume, lipstick, or a dress for a special occasion – there isn’t really any point to it. Every. Single. Day is a special occasion. It’s special because you’re alive and living and breathing. Today is special because I am here to enjoy it. If I live my life holding out for special days, I am throwing away so many others that could have been just as wonderful if I had simply let them.
I have only worn that dress twice in three years. What happened to all those other days? Weren’t they just as valid, too?
I am done with waiting for special occasions. I am going to wear my Dior perfume if I feel like it, because there isn’t any reason not to. I am going to wear that red dress if I feel like it, because it makes me feel beautiful. And I am going to eat cake if I feel like it, because every day is special enough that it deserves cake.
The perception that only certain days in our lives are really special is something that I am trying not to live by. The way I see it, every day should be special. There’s no reason to waste time just waiting for the day to wear the red dress. Do it today. Love today. Live for today, and not for someday. I don’t want to look back and see all the days that I left hanging in the back of my closet.