Each night, I set out my clothes for the next day. I gather all my things so I am completely ready, down to shoes and jewelry. I have found that I need the routine to make my mornings run smoothly. It is one decision that I do not need to make as my day starts. I get up, get ready, and walk out the door feeling set. No pressures.
One Wednesday night, as I set out my outfit I was deciding what to wear around a pair of socks. Yes, socks. Olaf the snowman from Frozen socks. We were celebrating Dr. Seuss at school this particular week, and each day had a theme. Thursday would be crazy sock day. I must admit, I spent too much time that night struggling with what I would be wearing the next day.
Thursday arrived. I got up and started my routine: shower, dress, hair, make-up, coffee, breakfast, then out the door.
As the day wore on, I noticed I was in a funk. Something was off, and I struggled to figure it out. I was emotionally off. I felt I needed to get home, and I wasn’t sure why. When I finally did arrive home, I went straight to my room and changed my clothes. I literally peeled off my bad mood. I had been wearing clothes from the person whom I used to be.
Who knew? The clothes make the person. True. They do.
In a matter of minutes, I realized I have spent a certain amount of my life dressing to be someone else; trying to be the person I felt I was supposed to be instead of being the person I am. No more. I am free to embrace myself! Free to love me and all that I am. I am no longer someone who shops a certain label. I still like a classy look, but I am more a flowers-frills-and-flowing-dresses type. It matches my personality. I am a can-do, handy, capable, smart person. I am not someone who needs to march to the beat of someone else's drum. I am not high and mighty. I would rather help someone else, than have someone help or wait on me.
In life, stories must end so new stories may begin. I am happily living the story I am meant to live right now. I still look at the pages of my old story from time to time, but I know those final chapters have played out. Stories teach us lessons. Thank you Universe for helping me learn my lessons, realize I have more stories to be a part of and happily be me.
~Lisa Kroll, still Eating to nourish my body, Praying private prayers and Loving myself
Blogging Music tonight: Jason Mraz, We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things, 2008.
What a great album, but particularly love Make it Mine, I'm Yours, Lucky, Butterfly, Live High.