How a Pink Coat is Like Climbing Everest

How is buying (and wearing) my pink coat is just like climbing Everest?
I used the same tools to get there as adventurers use for bigger things:

You don't have to be Barbie to do it.

You don’t have to be Barbie to do it.

Clear motivation: Newly separated after 30 years of marriage, I wanted to look pretty.
Dream porn: I saw a pink coat in an ad for a high-end store. No way I could afford it, but it did crystallize my desire.
Risk assessment I: Beyond cost, pink is for young, girlie women. I am neither. Scary.
Guidance of a master: A silver-haired fellow chorister wears a red coat I’ve always thought looked fabulous. That’s close to pink, so if she can do it so can I.
Sussing alternatives to overcome obstacles: Found my coat while in Zara. Affordable, yay!
Risk assessment II: Worst that can happen at this point is to try it on and look ridiculous. I can handle that.
Support of cheerleaders: Tried it on in front of my daughter, whose jaw dropped. In a really good way.
Result: Every day, people compliment me on my coat and say how nice it is to see colour in winter. I feel not only pretty but like I’m doing the world a service. Awesome.

Which of these tools can you use to make your adventures happen?

Just the weekly (sorta) blog posts, please

Get tips and tools delivered straight to your inbox. Easy peasy. No spam.

...and if you change your mind, you can unsubscribe at any time.

Leave a Reply