Month: January 2015

Friday Flashback: Just Say When

[We haven’t done one of these in ages, and this one is apposite. This post was originally published on my old blog on April 13, 2009.]

Every now and then I get really discouraged about this writing gig. When I’m down in those familiar dumps, I amuse myself by looking up famous literary rejections. Did you know that, in 1944, T S Eliot, then a director of Faber and Faber, rejected George Orwell’s Animal Farm for publication on the grounds of its political subtext? Someone also once told Rudyard Kipling that he didn’t know how to use the English language, and informed Nabokov that Lolita was “overwhelmingly nauseating” and would be best buried under a rock for a thousand years. Writers have some of the best rejection stories out there, simply because rejection comes with the territory and the good zingers are captured for posterity.

That’s not to say that only writers feel the sting of rejection. Rejection is an equal opportunity pox: everyone gets it sometime. For my part, rejection is like failure: to be avoided at all times. I’ve been pretty successful in doing it most of my life. If that sounds like bragging, it’s not. I’m not particularly proud of this achievement because it represents a failure in itself – a failure to take chances, reach higher. It’s not to say that I’m a slacker or an under-achiever; but I’ll never be entirely sure whether I might have achieved more had I been more willing to face rejection, or failure. I’ve done well in everything I’ve chosen to do, but I’ve chosen to do those very things because I knew I could do them well. My victories were born of hard work and perseverance, not ingenuity or audacity; hardly the stuff for laurels and parades.

The world needs fearless gamblers. If people couldn’t face rejection, the whole species would be extinct by now. If people couldn’t countenance failure, we’d probably still be living in caves. The fact that we’re still around, and kicking around slightly fancier digs, speaks volumes about our inherent resilience in the face of (temporary) set-backs.

Rejection, I was once told by a young gentleman who (I can only assume) must have been something of an expert in the subject, is a numbers game. Getting rejected nine times out of ten still means you get one “yes”. After a while, you build a certain immunity to the sting of rejection. Failure is not entirely dissimilar. A friend of mine once told me that the reason why she didn’t ski was because she was afraid of falling. Having learned to ski the hard way (by being dumped by my parents at the top of the black diamond slope on my third day in skis*), I told her that the fear lasts only until your first fall. Falling on your butt, unpleasant as that is, is the best thing that can happen to a new skier. Now, if only I could take my own advice and apply it to my fear of failure, right?

Of course it’s not that easy. I’m nearing 30, and I’m still trying to ready myself for that first really big wipe-out. One of these days.


* I was about 7 years old. I made it down safely, mostly on my ass.

[Editor’s note: I was actually looking for another old post of mine when I came across this one, and went: “a-ha.” The fear of failure has been on my mind again lately, likely because this year is set to be a time of some significant changes in my life, mostly career-related. It’s a fear that was must have been ingrained in me so early on in life that, to this day, I have a very visceral reaction to the idea of failure. As I wrote almost 6 years ago (and even more so since then), to a lot of people, my accomplishments may seem like a pretty good definition of success (at least in the context of an average person’s life). And yet, the spectre that looms over it all for me is the fear of failure. I’ve still never really failed at anything – with the possible exception of baking – in 35 years and the thing that is hard to admit, even to myself, is that the reason is negative: I’ve just never really reached beyond what I knew, for certain, to be the limits of my abilities. The known limits of my abilities, if you will.

Perhaps there is more to it. This year, I’m determined to find out.

A friend of mine got me thinking about choosing a word to define my year. At first blush, it seems like such a kooky-Facebook-quiz thing to do. Exactly the sort of thing I hate. But I’ve been re-reading The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, and thinking about the power of our intentions, and of the energy we put forth in the world. And that got me thinking that choosing a defining word – a theme – this year would be a lot like picking a mantra to help focus myself. And so, after some more thinking, I did. I chose a word that scared me with its implicit messages.


Its grandiosity scares me. Its presumption does too. I keep thinking about the lessons of Icarus. And, yet, there is such a sense of freedom that comes out of it too. Of lightness. Of letting go of things that hold one back, and also of rising above the turbulence of our human sphere. Which reminds me of something else I want to focus on this year: learning to be more compassionate. Resting bitch face notwithstanding, I don’t think I’m a un-empathetic person. But reading about compassion (the wish fulfilling jewel) in The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying made me realize that I still have a very long way to go as far as practicing everyday loving kindness goes. “Soar” will hopefully remind me to rise above attachments to personal desires and frustrations, and channel my energies towards others’ well-being instead. Lofty goals all … but I’m ready to try and fail, rather than not try at all.

Holy TL;DR of a post, eh? If you’re still awake, tell me: have you conquered the fear of failure, and if so, how? Have you picked a word for 2015, or are you more of a specific-resolutions kind of person?


Subtle Floral

Elie Tahari Linda blazer; subtle floral print for office
Top, RACHEL Rachel Roy (via consignment); blazer, Elie Tahari; pants, Banana Republic; belt, J. Crew Factory; shoes, Calvin Klein

Two words you’d never thought you’d see together on BCRL?

Tiffany Paloma necklace
Tiffany necklace

You guys, I’m getting really committed to this whole “New Look” thing. I’m not sure if I’m quite at the point where I’m nailing it on a regular basis, but I feel good about the trying part. And I haven’t bored myself, just yet. [YMMV, of course.] Adding little “Adina touches” (like this favourite floral print) to classic, neutral-based outfits helps a lot. Am I the very picture of a grown-up? Getting warmer.

Elie Tahari Linda blazer; subtle floral print for office
grown-up floral?

What I Bought: January

January was an … interesting month. I worked a ton during the first 2.5 weeks (enough to basically hit my entire, increased monthly billable target), then high-tailed it to Mexico for the last week and a half. Somewhere in there, I also dealt with the flu (which hit all of us, thankfully in a mild form, right before our holiday). So, you could say that it was all a whirlwind of activity. [Doing nothing on a beach counts as an activity, right?] As a result, I didn’t do much shopping.

Well, “much” by my standards anyway. I went thrifting a couple of times over the tail-end of the holidays, and then hit the retail stores once before the trip to stock up on beach essentials. And I bought exactly one thing on eBay, kinda sorta by accident. All told, I bought 10 items, which … sounds like a lot, I know. In my defence, 6 of those items were things I “needed”  for my vacation, because my closet features a distinctive lack of beach-appropriate wear. [Go figure. The last time I hit a beach was nearly 5 years ago.] Anyway, the whole lot cost me $156, which is really not that bad.

On to the details.

Tracy Reese Megan Berber Dress
Tracy Reese Megan Berber Dress

This was my eBay impulse buy. I thought it could make a nice work dress (under a blazer), with the bonus of (a) not being a floral pattern, and (b) featuring the black/white/blue colour scheme I seem to favour these days.

beach vacation capsule
J. Crew Factory shorts and 2 tees

As I mentioned, I hit up the outlet mall before my vacation to pick up a few extra “essentials” (a pair of 5-inch printed shorts and 2 lightweight, cotton tees); altogether, they cost $31. I also got a one-piece swimsuit from Winners for a very reasonable $26.

The rest of the stuff was all secondhand (either consignment or thrifted), and I can’t find photos online of any of it. Sorry! Some of these pieces you’ve already seen, some you’re going to see very soon.

  • Zara chunky cardigan (seen here and here) – I love this thing, and it’s definitely turning into one of my casual wardrobe staples. Well, well worth the $7 I paid for it at Goodwill.
  • Lida Baday black-and-white print dress –  Lida Baday is a Canadian designer brand that retails for thousands of dollars in some cases. I don’t know how much my dress cost originally, but it’s made in Canada, and that is surely worth $7. It has a square neckline that makes me a little bit nervous, but I’m planning to try it for work anyway. If I end up hating it, I won’t feel too bad about donating it again.
  • Tie dye maxi dress – I can’t decipher the brand, but it’s supposedly made in the USA. For $7, a bargain. It’s made out of super soft and comfortable modal, and I wore the heck out of it in Mexico.
  • Desigual dress – another $7 Goodwill find. I know Desigual is a popular brand with some people, but the stuff I’ve seen always struck me as a little on the, hmm, kooky side. This dress does look a little bit dated to me, but I liked the colours of the print and figured the style would be appropriate in Mexico. While I enjoyed wearing it on my vacation, I may end up giving it away because I can’t imagine when I’ll wear it again.
  • RACHEL Rachel Roy striped top – I actually don’t have many striped tops, and have been missing them in my wardobe. This is a heavier t-shirt material (almost sweatshirt-like), which will be perfect for work. I paid $23 at consignment.

Linking up with Franish and the budgeting bloggers.