I love getting new clothes. Especially the clothes I get from my hubby.
They’re edgier and sassier than what I’d pick out for myself.
And then I try them on.
I usually love the way they look, but am nervously uncomfortable with them because they’re a little different from what I’m used to.
Yep. That’s me right now. Metaphorically, of course (although I can always go for a trip to Ann Taylor Loft…I’m just sayin’!).
My life changed in February, and I’m still trying to get comfortable. It’s not a bad thing. At all. It’s just so different that I’m still uneasy in my new attire.
I left my cushy corporate job to pursue me. I started my own business. I joined friends in planting a church. I’ve become addicted to chasing after the person that I believe I’m supposed to be, instead of the person everyone expects me to be. Sounds brave in the moment. Until I bend over and realize that my butt crack shows in the new pants. Doh! (Don’t even try to pretend like this has never happened to you…especially the ladies…).
In moments, I honestly feel like I know absolutely nothing. In moments, I feel like I have nothing to offer. In moments, I wonder what the heck I got myself into and wonder if I can really do this.
I feel exposed.
Reminds me of the new outfits from hubby…I may need to wear a belt or find a longer shirt, but I can make them work. In fact they usually start to fit better over time. Even perfect. I get comfortable. No more butt crack and no longer exposed because I’ve adjusted a few things to make it work. In the end (no pun intended), those outfits from hubby usually end up being my favorite clothes…and the ones that give me the most confidence.
The truth is though…I’m not there yet. The clothes fit, but they’re different. Pretty soon I’ll get used to them and shake the self-consciousness. Simply knowing it’s a time of adjustment helps a lot.
Until God buys me new clothes again. That’s right, no clothes stay in style forever. Dang.
It’s OK though, because I’ll never find the perfect outfit for the perfect event unless I try things on and give them a go. I’ll get comfortable. I’ll shake the anxiousness. And if I need to adjust, I’ll fix it along the way. Because, really, who knows what will be in style next year anyway…