At the cabin, where I'm often in the same base layer all weekend, I don't have to think about clothing at all, other than how much of it to wear. Yet I still find myself thinking about outfits, or reading fashion magazines to relax. This time I gave a little thought to why I am okay with certain of my passions (climbing, making jewelry, reading, travel, running) but have been quite reluctant to admit that my love of fashion is here to stay, not just a to-do list to complete. I've been thinking about it more as a goal than a process, like "Once I have X, Y, and Z, my closet will be finished", which as we all know is a big fat lie.
The truth is, I love the process, and I love the tweaking and experimenting and seeing all of the inspiration here, and have to admit I may never be done with it (as my husband hopes!). It's fun and it's challenging for me, and just because it's seen as frivolous or wasteful by most of my real-life circle doesn't mean I have to feel guilty or act like it's not something I enjoy.
In other words, it's okay if there's no end in sight. It's freeing to have reached this (possibly obvious to everyone but me) conclusion, because it means I don't have to rush to find and buy everything I think I need in order to reach a finish line - because the finish line is always changing, and it's all about having fun along the way.
Angie, I know this is what you've said all along - told you I was a slow learner!