I Don’t Get Dressed Anymore
As I was packing to go away for a week-long vacation with our family, I realized just how seldom I wear nice-ish clothes anymore.
Since it’s summer, my wardrobe consists of shorts and a tee shirt or maybe a tank top.
In the winter, it’s sweatpants and a tee shirt.
I am home, alone, all day. I work by myself and talk to people on the phone.
I get out of bed as the husband is leaving for work and walk 20 feet to my desk and start looking at social media to see what I might have missed over the last 7 hours.
Then I dive into work. I’m still in pajamas and my hair still looks ridiculous. And when I do finally take a shower, I dress in my favorite pair of jean shorts, the black ones with the hole in the butt that I don’t wear outside anymore, and work.
Leaving the house almost feels like a big deal. We need fruit? I’ll go to the store! Me! Me! Pick me!
Packing for vacation, I cracked open my closet and I realized that it’s been a while since I even opened my side of the closet!
My tee shirts and shorts are on shelves and my “real” clothes are hanging nicely in color order in my closet. The clothes I spent money and time collecting because I would worry that my coworkers would notice if I wore the same 5 shirts and 3 work pants over and over.
They didn’t, and if they did then they didn’t care!
But now I don’t need blouses and dress pants and ballet flats in every color.
And it is such an odd feeling to realize I don’t really “get dressed” anymore, as I thought of it for work.
I do work. I work hard and a lot and often.
But now I do it in boxer shorts.
Life is pretty amazing.