I remember myself as a delightful teenager.
I suppose it is possible . . . though . . . that I wasn’t.
A still-dear friend once told me (years after high school) that she kept a journal of what she wore to church each week. She did this out of fear. She had heard me express disgust at the thought of someone wearing the same outfit two weeks in a row.
Yes. I am properly horrified with my teenage self.
Well, here I am more than two decades later and (hopefully) much less obnoxious.
And I’ve realized that I wear almost the exact same outfit . . . every single Tuesday.
See, Monday is Laundry Day. Therefore, a specific outfit is (almost) always clean on Tuesdays. And it’s on Tuesdays that I work with 10-12 year olds, choreographing a musical.
And choreographing a musical is the most-fabulous-ever reason/excuse to wear comfy clothes. Specifically, my favorite sweatpants and one of two favorite comfy t-shirts.
But Tuesday, as I once again felt giddy at the realization that my Weekly Perfect Excuse for Wearing Sweatpants had arrived, and that my Favorite Sweatpants were CLEAN . . . AGAIN, it hit me that I’m quite a bit different than my teenaged, obnoxiously-obsessed-with-spacing-out-outfits self.
And I wondered if perhaps I should wear something else since I’m pretty sure we’re going on four Tuesdays in a row of these sweatpants.
But I didn’t wonder for long. I prefer the me now over the me then.
And I really love these sweats.