Jord Wood Watches

JORD make watches for people who don't just have somewhere to be, they have somewhere to go.

When I was a young boy my hopes and dreams for the future were as follows: I wanted to be a social worker in the mornings, to share my passion for helping, to positively impact other people's lives that needed saving. I wanted to be an architect in the afternoons, the artistic embodiment of buildings and their creative outlet appealed to me. I wanted to be a global popstar at night time, because I really liked S Club 7.

I wanted a mansion with fourteen en-suite bedrooms, plus a holiday home in a tranquil, exotic location for breaks when I required them, because I'd obviously have the financial luxury and security to do so. I imagined living anywhere in the world but Ireland, that I'd be this protagonist who'd occasionally show up in his home town and still be loved by all. I wanted everything, and more. It sounds silly now, but these were attainable goals at the time. I revelled in the idea of the future and all of its possibilities. I was disillusioned, but what eight year old isn't?

Expectations and reality met as I got older, I realised my limitations. Goals changed, dreams got sacrificed for commitments and practicalities, priorities shifted. Life got in the way. And if I had to draw a map of the five-plus years to illustrate the time between the day I finished the leaving cert and now, the sketch would be a confusion of lines in all directions, like a fireworks display gone wrong.

Between gap years, degree changes and living pay cheque to pay cheque it's been a tumultuous ride. The truth is, sometimes, I feel like I'm falling behind my peers, losing myself in this mixed-up world. Burning out because adulthood is this complicated mess I wasn't aware I signed up for. Getting annoyed at myself because my stars haven't aligned as easily as they have for others. Miffed that my road has to be the one that's long and convoluted.

Being lost, hurts. Sorting yourself out isn't a glamorous affair. The commute of living, existing, being, is a wild one. It's a mental roller-coaster. First you get strapped in, then you begin the long, scary trek up, you pause at the top and admire the views and the scenery and for a split second it doesn't seem that bad.

Realism hits, you look around properly with a conscious eye and start freaking out how high you are, completely out of depth, before plummeting and the process is ongoing, endless, overwhelming. It's a bag of mixed experiences, spiralling downwards, circling the loops with adrenaline kicking in is fun but there's a dizziness too that can take its toll.

C. Joybell C. says we have to accept the feeling of not knowing where we are going. And train ourselves to love it. Because it is only when are are suspended in mid-air with no clear landing in sight that we force our wings to unravel and begin our flight. That we rise to the occasion of ourselves.

As we fly we may not know where we are travelling, but the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. We may not know where we are headed, but we know that so long as we spread our wings, the wind will carry us. This brings me solace. If you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could.

Failure doesn't get spoken about enough. We're always harping on out about our successes, our triumphs and favourable outcomes. I guess that's natural, to celebrate stuff. The milestones that matter are the missteps, the losses, the defeats, because without them you learn nothing. There are times when you need to feel lost and out of place. Without challenge people cannot reach their higher selves. We don't want to try for fear of failing. We avoid risk, because we're unconsciously part of this millennial desire for ease. We come down hard and fast on individual mistakes, even though that's no way to tackle anything, you might as well whistle into the wind.

Only if we are willing to walk over the edge can we become winners. The only people who have gone on in life to achieve amazing outcomes are those who dared to believe something inside was greater and more magnificent than the external circumstances, that other people allow to pull them down.

Rock bottom ain't fun. Hell, I was there, I'm still there. What I'm saying is although choosing the security of living under that warm, familiar comfort blanket is fine, it isn't as sweet as the freedom associated with removing it. 

In this moment, and the ones that follow I'll aim to live life as a free-spirited individual and stop beating myself up over past experiences. Things haven't been working out because, well, greater things are in the works. And I may not see it today, or tomorrow, but I will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought me somewhere wonderful. Somewhere I've always wanted to be. 

Because I definitely have somewhere to go. 


As always opinions are entirely my own, I received no fee to write this. I was given the Dark Sandlewood watch from JORD's Fieldcrest collection for review purposes. As shown in the photographs above it's quite understated, and contemporary chic. It's a nice quality, comfortable to wear and doesn't feel too big on my wrist, a problem I've experienced before. JORD do custom measurements for every purchase so you know the piece is tailored just for you. The packaging is unprecedented, the product is presented really well so it's an ideal gift for someone special. A wood watch is a quirky item, it fits my lifestyle perfectly and it's already been complimented on multiple occasions. I'll wear it with pride. Absolute bliss!

Together we're hosting a giveaway. One lucky winner will get a $75 voucher to go towards their own JORD wood watch. Doomed with bad luck? You can get a $20 e-gift card just for joining. All you have to do is click on this link and enter you name and email address. This giveaway will end June 10 and is open to all international applicants. JORD will select the winner at random.

Special shout out goes to Love Joules for shooting this look. She's a bright light.


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